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FOREWORD 


At the time this book goes to press, my sandman and I have been visiting 
with our Radioland friends for more than a year. It has been one of the chief 
joys of my life to go to the studio and talk to our vast, unseen audience. 

We have tried to accomplish two things. For the children, we have tried 
to show that by right thinking and right living, which covers both actions and 
words, they could help to make the world a better place in which to be. Also 
that the fundamental principles of all that is good in life, is love. We have 
tried to show that the more they reflected love the greater would the return 
of love be to them. 

For the grown-ups among our listeners in, who really are just children at 

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heart after all, we have endeavored to bring back some of the joys of childhood. 
To those within whose homes no childish voices ring, I have tried to make my 
voice take my personality to them and cause them to feel, for the short time 
I was broadcasting, that a little child was there, loving them as their own 
Might-Have-Beens would have loved them. 

I wish to take this opportunity to thank my Radioland friends for the thou¬ 
sands of letters which have come to me expressing the appreciation of the 
writers for my little broadcast program. I wish to assure them that these 
letters and the spirit of love which hqs accompanied them is recompense in 
full for all of the effort which Queen, Titania, Queen of Radio Fairyland, has 
put into her Radio programs. 

Lovingly, 

QUEEN TITANIA 
“The Fairy of ihe Microphone 


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QUEEN TITANIAJ 




UNCLE JOHN. -•THE VOICE OF K. H. J." 


FOREWORD 


“A brief foreward, please, Uncle John,” requests the Sandman. 

“Thanks, King of Shut-Eye, Guardian of Queen Titania and her mystic 
Fairyland. It were presumption for mere mortal to bespeak a foreword of the 
beautiful human thought which has sprung from your understanding hearts. 

It is all to be expressed in a little word of four letters: LOVE! 

Love to be found suffused as a soft, warm glow in each page that is to 
follow in this Book of Fairyland and its messages of Kindness, Happiness and 
Joy from Titania, Fairy Queen of the Microphone. 

Love breathing the spirit of Christ and the Father’s blessing; 

Love, teaching the world-needed lessons of unselfishness, patience, fortitude. 
Love of life for the joy of living, couched in the beauties of nature, attuned to 
the song of birds and the murmur of rippling waters. 

Love born of a deeper understanding of sorrows, tears and disappointments; 
breathing its message of faith, reflecting its smile into the hearts of countless 
thousands who need love above all else in life. 

A foreword which shall write success, happiness and peace across the manu¬ 
script of your indefatigable efforts—this is the prayer of Uncle John.” 

Sincerely, 

JOHN S. DAGGETT. 

“Uncle John—The Voice of K.H.J.” 







BROADCASTING 'RADIO FAIRIES" IN THE STUDIO OF K. H. J. 

FOREWORD 

This little book is unusual; it is different, inasmuch as the three principal 
characters are persons in real life. Probably the most unusual part of all is 
the fact that as this book goes to press, the “Radio Fairies” program is being 
broadcast each Tuesday evening between 6:45 and 7:30 Pacific Time, and 
from all indications, it will continue to be broadcast indefinately. Thus any¬ 
one within the radius of broadcast from Radio K. H. J., and at certain seasons 
of the year this means all of the North American Continent, may tune in, and 
actually hear the voices of Queen Titania, Uncle John and the Sandman. 

When we, Queen Titania and her Sandman, first started to broadcast the 
“Radio Fairies” program, it was at the request of “Uncle John” and with no 
thought that it would ever be given to the world in book form. 

The manuscript for this broadcast program is entirely original and was 
written each week for the following Tuesday’s broadcast. There was no set 
rule as to what should enter it except that it should always be clean and 
in a small way, at least, point out the joy of right thinking and right living. 

We endeavored to reach the hearts of children. Judging by the many letters 
which have come to us and the increasingly large number of people who have 
visited the studio to witness the putting on of these programs, we have not 
only succeeded in this, but we have also carried a thought to many grown-ups. 
I am sure that you can all realize the gratification which is mine to have thus 
succeeded. 

I am dedicating this little book to those earth-smiles of God, little children. 
In it, the weekly Radio programs have been reproduced, as nearly as possible, 
the same as they were broadcast, each chapter representing an evening at the 
studio. For those wee ones as yet too young to read the book themselves, I 
suggest that the grown-up read them one chapter each evening, thus using 
it for a bed-time story. 

In concluding, let me thank the entire staff of Radio K. H. J. for the hearty 
co-operation they have given me in making this program a success. Two of 
these friends, are deserving of special mention. First, my beloved friend 
Uncle John, without whose help and participation, “Radio Fairies” could 
never have reached the success it has attained; second, Claire Forbes Crane, 
well known Pianist-Composer of Southern California, who arranged and played 
the many musical settings which have accompanied so many of the “Radio 
Fairies” programs. 

Most sincerely, 


“SANDMAN. 










•‘THE SANDMAN S HOUR ' 


INTRODUCTION 

It is early on a Tuesday evening in the broadcasting studio of Radio K. H. J., 
Los Angeles, California. The studio is located on the roof of the Times 
Building far above the street, and the sounds of a great City reach her like 
the distant murmurings of surf on a sandy shore. 

All is quiet in the studio, for the station is not yet “on the air”, or in other 
words, has not yet started broadcasting. The only sound which breaks the silence 
is the occasional song of one of the golden canaries whose cages hang in the 
studio. There are three of these songsters and their names are Kindness, 
Happiness and Joy, so named on account of the signal letters of the station, 
K.H.J. 

Very shortly the studio will be filled with the sound of childish voices, for 
at 6:45 in the evening, K. H. J. goes on the air with its Children’s Hour 
program. While this program is only a very short one, from 6:45 to 7:30 
each evening, it is probably the most famous radio program in the world, for 
it is at this time that happy children come to the studio to give to Radioland 
of their happiness and talent, with never a thought of gain or recompense to 
themselves. 

Now the door of the studio opens and into the room comes one who enters 
much into the history of the “Radio Fairies”. It is Uncle John, “The Voice 
of K. H. J.”, beloved of all Radioland. He is a tall, slimly built man, immacu¬ 
lately dressed in white shirt with soft collar, white flannel trousers and white 
shoes. 

To attempt to describe Uncle John would be like trying to put the spirit 
of radio into words. Indeed, it would be the same thing, for he is the spirit of 
radio. His kindly, smooth shaven face is surmounted by a crown of iron gray 
hair. The look in his eyes is deeply sympathetic and a happy smile is hovering 
at the corners of his mouth. There are lines deeply graven in this kindly 
face, showing that life has not always been smooth for him. 

Entering the studio, Uncle John goes to each of the canary cages, stopping 
to whisper to the little feathered occupant. See how they flutter their wings 










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and twitter, doing everything in their power to show the love which they hold 
for this dear friend of theirs. 

His evening visit with the pets concluded, Uncle John goes over and picks 
up the heart of the broadcasting station—the microphone. This little instru¬ 
ment, circular in form, with a diameter of about ten inches and a thickness of 
three inches, looks at first lance not unlike the face of a clock, the openings 
on the front resembling the hour marks on a clock face. 

Insignificant in size compared with other furnishings of the studio, yet 
how mighty is the microphone! It is this little instrument which picks up the 
human voice, tones from musical instruments or even the slightest noise, and 
carries the sound waves by means of wires to the broadcasting set, located in 
another part of the building, where it is amplified and sent out on the air, to 
be picked up and heard by millions of listeners-in. To give you an example 

of the power of this microphone, a cricket was placed in front of it in the 

studio of K. H. J. and the chirping of the cricket was heard in Australia and 
New Zealand. 

As Uncle John picks up the microphone, the sound of children’s voices are 
heard in the reception room. They are the entertainers on tonight’s program 
during the Children’s Hour. 

“Hello, Uncle John”, cries one of them, “we are so glad to get here and 
see you again.” 

“Indeed we are,” exclaim the other two, as all three of them gather around 
the “Voice of K. H. J.” 

“And I am glad to see you,” replies Uncle John. Just then there is the 

sound of a buzzer. “The station is going on the air,” cautions Uncle John, 

“everyone must be very quiet now.” 

Uncle John steps over to the wall of the studio and turns a little knob. At 
once a red light flashes in a bulb which is located by the knob, showing that 
the microphone is connected with the sending set. From now on every word 
spoken in the studio can be heard by hundreds of thousands of people who 
are sitting in front of receiving sets, all over the country. 

“I have a very important question to ask you tonight, lads and lassies,” is 
the way Uncle John opens the Children’s Hour program this evening. “It is 
this—Do you believe in Fairies?” 

“Indeed we do.” “Of course, Uncle John.” “Everyone does.” Thus came 
the replies from the children in the studio. 

“I am glad of that,” continued Uncle John, “for today I received a letter 
which I feel is going to have a very important bearing on the future of K. H. J. 
I will read it to you. It is from the Court of Queen Titania in the country of 
Fairyland. It is addressed to Uncle John, Radio K. H. J., Los Angeles, and 
it says: 

‘Dear Uncle John, at K. H. J., a messenger I’ve sent away 

From Fairyland to call on you, with loving greetings, fond and true, 

To kiddies in that mighty band which you have called your “Radioland.” 
He’ll see you during Children’s Hour, and bring with him my magic power. 

IVe Fairies love the Children small and always answer to their call. 

So when my messenger you see, he’ll have a message sent by me.’ 

This letter is signed ‘Titania, Queen of Fairyland’.” 

“Lads and lassies,” continued Uncle John, “I truly believe that the wonders 
of radio are going to put us in touch with that marvelous country of Fairy¬ 
land which we have known since our very youngest days. My! won’t it be 
interesting to meet the Sandman after having had him put sand in our eyes 
for so many years?” 






TABLE OF CONTENTS 




The Sandman Comes to K. H. J. Studio - - 15 

Queen Titania Talks from Fairyland - - - 2 1 

Titania’s Message - - - - - 26 

The Fairy Queen Arrives - - - - 30 

Uncle John Visits Fairyland 38 

The Fairyland Orchestra - - - - - 56 

The Queen’s Song 60 

The Sandman’s Receiving Set - - - - 66 

Christmas in the Studio - - - - 75 

New Year Thoughts - - - - - 79 

Titania’s Fairy Boats - - - - - 82 

What is Luck - - - - - - 85 

The “Earth Children Index” - - - - 91 

The Secret of Happiness - - - - 96 

The Moonbeam Slide - - - - 100 

Good Qualities - - - - - -105 

The House of Reflection - - - - 109 

Thought Bubble - - - - I 12 






THE SANDMAN COMES TO K. H. J. STUDIO 


U NCLE John had hardly finished reading the letter which 
came from Queen Titania of Fairyland when a knock 
sounded on the studio door. 

“Will you please see who is knocking?” Uncle John asked one 
of the lads in the studio. When the door was opened, in walked 
a stranger. None in the studio had ever seen him before. 

“Welcome stranger,” said Uncle John, “were you looking 
for someone at K.H.J?” 

“I am seeking Mr. Uncle John,” replied the stranger. 

“I am Uncle John. And your name?” 

“I am the Sandman, from Fairyland,” the stranger said. 
“I am sent by the Fairy Queen Titania with greetings to the 
lads and lassies of the mighty realm of Radioland.” 

“Welcome to earth, Sandman,” cried Uncle John. “And 
now that you are here, will you tell us something of your 
country and what brought you to the earth and Radioland?” 

“Gladly will I do so, Uncle John,” replied the Sandman. 
“You do not mind if I call you Uncle John? We all do in 
Fairyland.” 

“Indeed I do not mind,” said Uncle John. “I would rather 
be known as Uncle John in Fairyland than be known as the 
most famous man in history.” 

“Well then, Uncle John,” continued the Sandman, “to tell 
you something of my country. I have always lived in Fairy¬ 
land, whose ruler is Queen Titania. We are not like you 
mortals here upon earth, for in my country we have no armies 
or navies to keep peace among the people. Our gracious 
Queen rules by love alone, and never since time began has 
there been any strife or dissension in Fairyland. 

“No doubt you know many of the little people of my country. 
There are the Fairies, the Elves, the Gnomes and Sprites. 
Long, long ago, in the early days of the world, the little people 
of our country were choosen by the Great Ruler over all to 
guard and protect the little children of this world of yours 
and it has been our special duty and pleasure to watch over 
these little ones. 

“It would take too long, right now, to tell you about all the 
guardian Fairies,” continued the Sandman, “but among others 


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are ‘Morning Sunbeam,’ whose duty it is to awaken the chil¬ 
dren in the morning; ‘Merrie Chuckle,’ who keeps them happy 
and smiling all day; ‘Sparkling Water,’ who helps them keep 
their hands and faces clean, and the ‘Brush and Comb’ Fairies, 
who have the duty of keeping their hair in order. Of course 
there are many others whom you shall hear about from time 
to time.” 

‘‘But Sandman,” questioned Uncle John; “what is your 
particular duty among the earth children?” 

“I have a roving duty,” replied the Sandman as his face 
lighted up with a smile. “I am the special guardian of all little 
children and to me is granted the right to carry to them the 
Golden Dream Sand which puts them to sleep each night.” 

“Yours is the most wonderful work of all,” said Uncle John. 
“Now will you not tell us why you have come to Radio K.H.J ?” 

The Sandman thought for a moment and then answered. 
“Yes, I believe that I should explain that to you now—It has 
always been a matter of sorrow to the Fairies that we could 
not get in closer touch with the children of your world. 

“Of course, some of us could assume mortal form and mingle 
with you, but this had its drawbacks, for, when we did take 
on the form of a mortal and tried to explain that we were 
really Fairies, we were always laughed at. Perhaps you do 
not know this, but it is a fact that while it is all right to laugh 
with a Fairy, if you laugh at them, they at once disappear. 
Always remember, Uncle John, when you begin to make fun 
of the Fairies, they vanish and then the Fairies no longer exist 
for you.” 

“I shall be very careful never to make fun of them, Sand¬ 
man,” said Uncle John with a vigorous nod of his head. 

“We have watched for a long time,” continued the Sandman, 
“the efforts which the wise men of your world have been mak¬ 
ing to perfect radio, and the Fairies have helped them in their 
work, although these earth-men did not know it. You see we 
knew that Fairyland and Radioland were almost the same 
thing. Radioland is now an accepted domain and our Fairy 
hearts are happy. 

“Just a short time ago,” a wonderful love shone in the 
Sandman’s eyes as he continued his story, “Queen Titania of 
Fairyland called me to her court and said; ‘My faithful Sand¬ 
man, I have decided that you shall go to the earth and carry 
a message from Fairyland to our little children friends. First 
you shall go as a Fairy, so that no one can see you. Visit the 



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homes of the children and find out how you can best get in 
touch with them by means of this new discovery, radio. After 
doing this, you had better assume human form and talk to 
them from some broadcasting station. 

“ ‘When you are ready to do this, be sure to see Uncle John 
at Radio K.H.J., who will be glad to help you, I feel sure. And 
Sandman, when you do see Uncle John, tell him for me, that 
although he may not know it, one of my Fairies is always per¬ 
ched on his shoulder while he is on the air during his Chil¬ 
dren’s Hour every evening, and that we, of Fairyland, always 
listen in at this time over our Fairy receiving sets.’ ” 

“Wait a moment, Sandman!” exclaimed Uncle John. “Do 
you mean to say that there is always a wee Fairy perched on 
my shoulder during Children’s Hour?” 

“Of course, Uncle John,” laughed the Sandman. 

“And is it always the same Fairy?” 

“Oh, no,” replied the visitor. “Sometimes it is Merrie 
Chuckle, or Happy Thoughts, or Rippling Laughter. Some¬ 
times it is Pleasant Smile or perhaps it may be Remembrance. 
But every evening Queen Titania sends one of her Fairy fami¬ 
ly to sit upon your shoulder during this period which is so 
important to the Fairies, for it brings happiness to their little 
earth charges.” 

A peculiar look came over Uncle John’s face and his hand 
reached gently up toward his shoulder. 

“And is there a Fairy on my shoulder now, Sandman?” he 
asked. “I cannot see or feel anything there. I must admit 
that it is much better to have a Fairy on one’s shoulder than 
to carry a chip there.” 

The Sandman’s eyes were dancing with laughter as he 
answered. “Certainly there is one there now and of course 
you cannot see him, but I can. Tonight it is little Silver Bell, 
so called because, in Fairyland, he always announces his pres¬ 
ence by the ringing of a Fairy silver bell which he carries. 
Would you like me to ask him to ring his bell for you?” 

“Could he do that so I might hear it?” asked Uncle John. 

“Surely,” said the Sandman. “Now listen carefully. Do 
not make a sound. 

“Oh, Silver Bell from Fairyland, a doubting tnortal is at hand; 

fVho wonders if you really are here with him from our country far. 

Your brother. Sandman, speaks to you, to prove his words are ever true. 

To Uncle John your presence tell, by softly ringing with your bell." 



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As the Sandman ceased speaking, the sound of a bell being 
rung, filled the studio. Clear and yet having an eerie tone, 
it was plain that the sound came from where Uncle John was 
standing. Slowly the silvery tinkle died away until all was 
silence again. 

“Wonderful!” said Uncle John softly. “Now I know, Sand¬ 
man, that your eyes can see what human eyes cannot discern.” 

“You are wrong, Uncle John,” replied the Sandman. “Little 
children the world over see the Fairies. It is only when mortals 
cease to have the child-heart, that they lose track of the 
Fairies: and many of them manage to keep this child-heart 
all their lives and never do get out of touch with us.” 

Uncle John sighed. “What a wonderful place this world 
would be if we could keep Fairyland with us forever,” he said. 

“I feel sure that you have a Fairy-heart, Uncle John,” the 
Sandman remarked, although you may have lost sight of it. 
Some evening I am going to take you on a trip to Fairyland, 
if you would like to go.” 

“Splendid,” exclaimed Uncle John. “And, Sandman, when 
we do take that trip, may I take my microphone with me so 
that all of the lads and lassies on earth can enjoy the visit 
with me?” 

“Of course you can,” replied the Sandman, “for we want 
the children to know more of our beautiful country. 

“But I was telling you about Queen Titania’s instructions 
to me regarding my visit to Radioland. Upon hearing my 
Queen’s commands, I replied to her: ‘Oh, most gracious Queen 
of the Fairies, my heart sings with gratitude for this errand 
which you have intrusted to me. I shall speed to fulfill your 
wishes. 

“So,” continued the Sandman, “for the past few evenings 
I have traveled from home to home, watching to see through 
what radio station I could best reach my little charges, the 
earth-children of Radioland. I found, as I usually do, that 
Queen Titania was right, for in practically every home where 
the children were listening to the radio, it was Radio K.H.J. 
they were tuned in for. That fact, Uncle John, as well as the 
fact that it was my Queen’s wish, is the reason I am here 
tonight.” 

“We thank you, Sandman, for the compliment to our sta¬ 
tion,” replied Uncle John, “and we assure you that we always 
try to please the lads and lassies of Radioland.” 

“That was proven to me,” said the visitor, “by the eager- 



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ness with which they waited for the sound of your voice each 
evening.” 

“Shall we see you here often, Sandman?” asked Uncle John. 
“I hope that we may.” 

“That is another thing I wish to ask you, Uncle John. Hav ¬ 
ing decided that this station is the one most in touch with 
the children of the earth, the Queen of Fairyland wishes to 
know if she may make your studio her headquarters on earth. 
She would like to come here with me so that we might visit 
for a little while with the lads and lassies.” 

“Nothing would please us more,” eagerly replied Uncle 
John. “We should feel honored indeed if Queen Titania would 
use Radio K.H.J. as headquarters for her Court of Radioland. 
May we not ask that you set a certain evening each week when 
you and the Fairy Queen will be here? If you will do that, 
the lads and lassies will know when to expect you.” 

“A very good suggestion, Uncle John,” said the Sandman. 
“Let me see—this is Tuesday evening. Shall we say that we 
will come to your studio each Tuesday during your Children’s 
Hour?” 

“Splendid,” replied Uncle John. “We shall look for you each 
Tuesday, then, and I am sure that all of Radioland will be 
waiting for you each week.” 

“There is one thing more.” There was a twinkle in the 
Sandman’s eyes as he spoke. “Feeling sure that you would 
consent to thus helping the Fairies get in closer touch with 
the earth-children, Queen Titania has commissioned me to tell 
you that she has, by royal proclamation, created a new Fairy 
title in her court. This Fairy shall be known from this time 
on, in our history as ‘Uncle John, Chief Adviser to the Queen.’ 
This I now offer to you and I should like to take your accept¬ 
ance back with me tonight, when I return to Fairyland.” 

Tears of gladness were in Uncle John’s eyes and a glowing 
smile was on his kindly face as he placed his hand on the 
Sandman’s shoulder. His voice was low and earnest as he 
spoke; 

“Sandman, never before has mortal been so honored. 
Lovingly has your Fairy Queen bestowed this boon upon me 
and lovingly I accept. I shall always hold myself in readiness 
to answer to her call.” 

“Great will be the joy in Fairyland tonight,” replied the 
Sandman. “And now, Uncle John, the time approaches when 
the little ones on earth must be tucked into their beds and 



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-WR4S---- 

their eyes closed in sleep, so that they may drift into Dream¬ 
land, which is a part of my country. It is time I started out 
with my Golden Dream Sand. Close your eyes tight, Uncle 
John, for you know, you must never watch to see when a 
Fairy is coming or going/’ 

In obedience to the Sandman’s words, Uncle John and all 
those gathered in the studio closed their eyes. 

When the Sandman next spoke, after all had closed their 
eyes, his voice seemed farther away. 

‘‘Good night. Uncle John— 

“Good night, lads and lassies, close your eyes in sleep; 

Knowing that the Fairies a careful watch will keep. 

May your dreams be pleasant, happy, kind and true; 

And the Fairies all are waiting on Dreamland's shore for you." 

As these words were concluded, there was heard the sound 
of a cheery whistle and when those in the studio opened their 
eyes, the Sandman had disappeared. 

“That must have been the Sandman’s whistle we heard!” 
exclaimed Uncle John. “We will be listening for it next week.” 





QUEEN TiTANIA TALKS FROM FAIRYLAND 


T UESDAY evening again in the studio of Radio K.H.J. Uncle 
John is seated beside a small table on which stands the 
microphone. 

“I wonder where our friend the Sandman is,” he muses. 
“Do you remember, lads and lassies, how he promised us that 
he would be here each Tuesday evening. I do hope that he 
will come before long, for I want to learn more of that wonder¬ 
ful country of Fairyland he tells us about.” 

Just as Uncle John finishes speaking, the sound of a whistle 
is heard. 

“Why that sounds like the whistle we heard when the 
Sandman left us last week!” exclaims Uncle John. But there 
is no one in the studio,*and the door is closed. Oh, I know! 
The Sandman told us that we must never watch to see when 
a Fairy comes or goes. I am going to close my eyes. There! 
Now I cannot see a thing!” 

“All right, Uncle John, you may open your eyes. I am right 
here in plain sight.” A voice seemed to speak right beside 
Uncle John’s chair. He opened his eyes and sure enough, the 
Sandman was standing beside him. 

“Hello, Sandman!” cried Uncle John. “Where have you 
been. I have been looking for you so eagerly.” 

“That’s just the trouble, Uncle John,” replied the Sandman, 
with a laugh. “I have been here in the studio for some time, 
but as long as you were looking so hard for me, I could not 
appear. As soon as you closed your eyes, I made myself 
visible.” 

“I’ll not forget that again.” said Uncle John, ruefully. “But 
now that you are here, I have a question to ask you. I have 
been puzzling about it ever since you left us last week. Do you 
remember, you told me that there was always a Fairy on my 
shoulder ?I know that must be true, for you told me so, but 
all week I have been trying so hard to locate the Fairy. I 
have listened and listened, but I could not hear a thing, not 
even the flutter of the Fairy’s wings.” 

“I am not surprised that you couldn’t hear anything,” 
smiled the Sandman. “But I think that after you have made 
the trip to Fairyland with me, you will probably be able to 


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recognize some of these Fairies when they alight on your 
shoulder. But tell me, Uncle John, have there not been times 
during your programs of the past week, when some idea of 
a way to give pleasure and happiness to your many friends 
out in Radioland occurred to you ?” 

“Indeed there have been many such times, Sandman” replied 
Uncle John. 

“That is the proof,” said the Sandman. “Those ideas were 
whispered into your ear by the Fairy on your shoulder at that 
particular time. Here is something else. One evening last 
week, you told Radioland that the Sandman said a little bird 
was sitting on your shoulder. This was during the grown-ups 
program, later in the evening, and I am sure you said a little 
bird, because you were afraid they would not understand if 
you said a Fairy. Was that the reason?” 

“Yes, that was why I said a little bird,” Uncle John 
answered with a smile, “but how did you know that I had said 
this?” 

The Sandman laughed heartily. 

“Oh, Uncle John! The Fairies know everything that goes 
on here in this studio. Your little canaries tell us. But what 
I wanted to tell you was that we really do have Fairies in my 
country that are very much like birds, and they are named 
after the birds they most resemble. One of them is with us 
tonight. Do you know who is perched on your shoulder right 
now?” 

“No, but I should like to,” replied Uncle John, glancing 
toward his shoulder but not seeing anything, of course. 

“Right under your left ear,” said the Sandman, “I can see 
the Bluebird Fairy. She is the Fairy of Happiness and is 
called Bluebird, not only on this account, but also because 
she is always dressed in blue and can sing so beautifully.” 

“Oh, Sandman,” cried Uncle John, “do you think you could 
get her to sing a little for us here tonight?” 

The Sandman shook his head. “I'll try, Uncle John, but 
she is a very timid little Elf and easily startled, just like the 
bluebird. However, she, like all of the Fairies, loves you, and 
perhaps if you will hoi dstill she might sing. I’ll ask her: 

(( Bluebird, little Bluebird, with your happy smile. 

Sent by Queen Titania to tarry here a while; 

Whispering thoughts of happiness; thoughts of joy and cheer; 

All your gladsome messages in Uncle Johns left ear: 




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Well we know your mimicry; know that you can sing 
Like the flashing bluebird, when *tis on the wing. 

May we hear your song, dear, warbling out so gay, 

To be heard by all of Radioland from here at K.H.J 

Softly, timidly at first and then gradually growing in volume, 
the song of a bluebird filled the air. Full-throated it came 
until the canaries in the cages around the studio joined in, 
making a feathered orchestra beside which human music 
would have sounded weak and false. 

While this lasted, Uncle John never moved and at its con¬ 
clusion he gave a great sigh, giving the impression that he 
had held his breath during the song for fear of disturbing 
the singers. 

“Wonderful,” he murmured, “wonderful indeed, Sandman.” 

“But I have something equally wonderful to tell you tonight, 
Uncle John,” the Sandman said. “Our Mechanical Fairies 
have been working very hard since I was here last week and 
have just completed a system of remote control between 
Queen Titania’s Court and this studio.” 

“Oh, Sandman,” exclaimed Uncle John, “does this mean 
that we can now talk with the Queen of the Fairies over this 
remote control system you speak of?” 

“That is just what it does mean, Uncle John,” replied the 
Sandman. “I will just use the receiving set which you have 
here in the studio.” 

Walking over to the studio receiving set, the Sandman 
adjusted the dials and then stepped back to the microphone. 

Turning to Uncle John he spoke: “I am now going to attempt 
something which has never been thought of on earth. I am 
going to speak to Queen Titania who is listening in at her 
palace in Fairyland, and if our Mechanical Fairies have been 
successful in their efforts, you will hear her sweet voice coming 
through the set which I just tuned in for my country.” 

Placing his lips close to the microphone the Sandman said: 
“Fairy Queen Titania, the Sandman is speaking to you from 
K.H.J. on earth. Uncle John is standing beside me and thou¬ 
sands of the earth-lads and lassies are listening in. We are 
now waiting eagerly for the sound of your voice.” 

As the Sandman finished speaking a silence descended on 
the studio. Those in the room seemed to hold their very 
breath as they listened. Even the golden canaries seemed to 
realize the importance of the moment, for not a chirp came 
from their cages. 



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Floating from the loud-speaker attached to the studio 
receiving set came the sound of soft, sweet music. 

“It is the Fairy Orchestra, playing in Queen Titania’s 
palace,” whispered the Sandman, as a look of amazement 
spread over the faces of the listeners. 

“Greetings, my faithful Sandman.” A sweet, silvery voice, 
filled with tones of love was issuing from the loud-speaker. 
“Greetings to you, dear Uncle John and lads and lassies of 
Radioland. This is Titania, Queen of the Fairies, speaking 
to you. We are all so happy, here in my country, that we can 
at last talk directly to you dear earth-people.” 

“Isn’t that wonderful,” breathed Uncle John. “Sandman, 
I cannot tell you how much joy it gives me to hear the voice 
of our Fairy Queen.” 

“It gives me great joy also, Uncle John,” the Fairy voice 
floated into the room again, “and the Sandman tells me that 
shortly you are to pay us a visit here in my Fairyland.” 

“I am looking forward to it with much pleasure, Queen 
Titania.” Uncle John’s voice was low, as if he was awed by 
thus speaking to the Fairy Queen. “I hope that we may make 
that trip soon.” 

“We are preparing a welcome for you, Uncle John,” the 
silvery voice from the loud-speaker replied. “Now, I am going 
to say good night, for this time. Soon I shall be coming to 
your studio in person and then we shall have some splendid 
visits. Good night, dear friends of Radioland. We shall know 
each other much better, as time passes.” 

With the conclusion of the Fairy Queen’s words, the sound 
of the music ceased, showing that the connection between 
Fairyland and the studio had been shut off. 

“I do wish that we might have kept that connection,” sighed 
Uncle John, “but I suppose we must not ask for too much all 
at once.” 

“Titania knows that you have many duties to attend to,” 
said the Sandman, “and in Fairyland, duty and obedience are 
foremost among our rules. Then, too, think how very much 
more pleasant it will be when she comes here to the studio 
and talks to you.” 

“Indeed it will,” and Uncle John’s face brightened and the 
customary smile appeared. “That is something to look for¬ 
ward to with much pleasure.” 

“And now it is time that I started out on my duties,” cried 
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been seated. “I will be here next Tuesday evening, without 
fail. Close your eyes, everybody! Good night, Uncle John. 
Good night, lads and lassies of Radioland— 

I have a little Dream Bag that I carry on my back; 

And pleasant dreams of every sort are lying in this pack; 

So when you get into your beds, just close your eyes real tight, 

And I'll have a happy dream for you; dear little friends—good night ” 

The sound of the Sandman’s whistle filled the studio and 
when Uncle John opened his eyes, he was alone in the studio 
again. 




TITANIA’S MESSAGE 


I T is Tuesday evening again and as Uncle John turns the 
knob on the wall of the studio, to connect the microphone with 
the broadcasting set, he passed his hand across his eyes, for 
it has been a hard day for him and he is tired. 

As he does this, the sound of the Sandman’s whistle is 
heard and when Uncle John turns quickly, he sees the Sand¬ 
man standing in the center of the room. 

“You are prompt tonight, Sandman,” exclaimed Uncle John. 
“Yes,” replied the Sandman, “I have been waiting here and 
when you closed your eyes I thought it a good time to appear. 
What is the trouble ? Are you tired ?” 

“I was tired, Sandman, but now that you are here I do not 
feel so any more. Why! you are all dressed up in a new suit of 
clothes tonight.” 

“Yes, the old suit was getting pretty shabby,” answered the 
visitor from Fairyland. Sand is very hard on clothes, as I 
venture to say many earth-mothers have found out. I wonder 
if you can guess who made this suit for me, Uncle John?” 

“No, I am afraid I cannot guess,” said Uncle John after 
thinking a while. “There are so many good tailors that I would 
not know who to say.” 

The Sandman laughed heartily. “Oh, Uncle John, Uncle 
John,” he cried. “Did you really think we people of Fairyland 
had our clothes made here on earth? My suit was made by 
the Thread and Needle Fairies, and they have been working 
on it for a long time. You see, it is so very much larger than 
they usually have to make, for Fairies are very small except 
when they assume the form of mortals.” 

“That reminds me of something I wished to ask you, Sand¬ 
man,” said Uncle John. “The other day I heard a man say 
that he had fallen asleep in his chair the evening before and 
that he thought the Sandman must have put sand in his eyes. 

I thought you only visited children?” 

The Sandman smiled as he replied; “Have you forgotten 
that I told you that many grown-ups never lost the child-heart, 
or as we call it, the Fairy-Heart? This man must possess a 
Fairy-Heart and in that case I would visit him also.” 


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“Right, Sandman, I do remember,” answered Uncle John, 
“and I shall tell this gentleman, the next time I see him, that 
it was your fault he fell asleep in his chair.” 

“Fault, Uncle John ?” remonstrated the visitor. “Would you 
call it a fault, when the Sandman helps mortals to close their 
eyes in sleep? Besides, the desire for sleep must save been 
there, for before the Sandman or any of the Fairies can help 
mortals, the desire to be helped must be present in their 
hearts.” 

Uncle John did not seem to be convinced. “But, Sandman,” 
he argued, “there have been many times when I did not desire 
to go to sleep and I would feel the sand getting in my eyes and 
finally I would fall asleep, although I tried ever so hard to 
stay awake.” 

“Yes,” replied the Sandman with an understanding smile, 
“such happenings are not unusual. The reason was that you 
had been trying to do too much and had not taken the proper 
rest. Then the Sandman took matters out of your hands and 
forced you to go to sleep and take the rest which you would 
not take willingly. You did not know that was part of the 
Fairies’ duties, did you, Uncle John?” 

Uncle John reached under the table and brought up what 
appeared to be a small sack. “Do you know what I have here, 
Sandman?” he asked. 

Leaning forward, the Sandman examined it carefully. “No, 
I cannot say that I do, Uncle John.” 

“It is a bag of sand,” Uncle John explained. “A few days 
ago, one of the dear little earth-lads who entertain at the 
studio, brought it to me. ‘Uncle John,’ he said, ‘this is a bag 
of white sand which I wish you to give to our Sandman. I 
have carefully picked every bit of dirt out of it and I want the 
Sandman to have it for I love him.’ So I promised to give it 
to you tonight.” 

Across the Sandman’s face there flashed a tender smile. 
“A true love gift, Uncle John, and one that I shall treasure 
highly. I shall take it back to Fairyland with me tonight, 
where we have a special place for such things.” 

“What do you call that place, Sandman?” Uncle John asked. 

“It is known as the Room of Precious Things,” the Sand¬ 
man made reply, “and it is located in our Fairy Library. You 
shall hear more of this Library later, Uncle John, and some 
evening I am going to take you for a trip through it.” 



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“Oh, a trip through the Fairy Library,” cried Uncle John 
in a delighted voice, “that will be wonderful.” 

“That is only one of the many places of my country which 
I hope you will visit with me,” smiled the Sandman. 

“May we not hear our little Fairy Queen’s voice this evening, 
Sandman?” begged Uncle John. 

“Of course you may,” replied the Sandman, and he walked 
over to the receiving set and adjusted the dials. “There now, 
you are tuned in for Fairyland and I am sure if you call the 
Fairy Queen, she will answer you.” 

Speaking into the microphone, Uncle John’s voice was even 
more tender and kind than usual, which is saying a great deal, 
for his voice was always kind. 

“Fairy Queen Titania,” he whispered. “Uncle John would 
like to hear the sound of your dear voice.” 

Prompt to answer the call of love, Titania’s voice issued 
from the loud-speaker; “I am here, Uncle John, and have been 
listening over my Fairy receiving set to you and my Sandman 
talking.” 

“Is there not some message of cheer which you can send to 
Radioland tonight, Fairy Queen?” Uncle John asked. 

“I have a little verse which my Minstrel Fairy has just 
handed me,” replied the Fairy Queen. “Would you like to have 
me read it?” 

“Please do!” cried Uncle John eagerly. 

“Then listen carefully,” said the silvery voice of Fairyland’s 
Queen. 

“ Listen, weary mortals, out upon the earth; 

All seems toil and struggle from the day of birth. 

Some must sit so helpless, doesn't seem quite right; 

So?ne 7nust lose all brightness when gone is mortal sight. 

Life is but a shadow; each 7nust do their part; 

Love will ever triumph; keep it in your heart; 

Never get discouraged, thoughts keep clear and bright; 

For the fairest morning follows darkest night." 

“What a beautiful thought,” exclaimed Uncle John as the 
sweet voice ceased. “We would all do well to remember the 
message which you have just given us. Have you any other 
verses which your Minstrel Fairy has written?” 

“Lots of them. My Minstrel Fairy just loves to write 
verses,” and the Fairy Queen chuckled. “Oh, dear! I cannot 
talk with you any more tonight; my Dressmaker Fairy has 
just called me. I am having some new dresses made for the 



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visit which you are going to make to Fairyland and I must 
try one of them on now. Good night, Uncle John and lads and 
lassies of Radioland.” 

“Well, lads and lassies, we shall have to wait until some 
other time to hear those verses,” laughed Uncle John. “Tell 
me something, Sandman. You spoke of taking us to visit 
places in your country. Are there many of these places?” 

“Far more than you realize,” replied the Sandman. Fairy¬ 
land is made up of many different countries, although Queen 
Titania is the ruler of them all. Were I to take you on a visit 
to one of these countries every Tuesday evening for a whole 
year, there would still be many which you had not seen. But 
if you wish, we will visit a number of these different parts of 
Fairyland from time to time and we shall show you some 
very wonderful sights, which mortal eyes have never beheld 
before.” 

“Indeed I do wish to make these visits,” exclaimed Uncle 
John in a voice of anticipation. “I feel highly honored that 
you should chose me as the mortal to first see these wonders 
of your country.” 

“It is your love for little children which has brought this 
privilege to you,” softly replied the Sandman, “as well as the 
true Fairy-Heart which you possess. But now I must be 
going for it is getting late. Good night, Uncle John, I see 
you already have your eyes closed. Good night, lads and 
lassies; 

“Another visit, little friends, that I have had with you 

Has reached its end; I'm starting off on duties I must do. 

The Sandman loves you, one and all, with love that brightly gleams, 

Like star that's shining unto star. Good night, and happy dreams 

The cheery whistle rang out through the studio and as usual, 
when Uncle John opened his eyes, the Sandman was gone. 



THE FAIRY QUEEN ARRIVES 


E are again in the stndio of Radio K.H.J. on a Tuesday 



▼ V evening, the fourth since the Sandman first arrived on 
earth to visit with Radioland. Uncle John is seated at a small 
table, on which the microphone rests, and he is speaking; 

“This is the evening the Sandman is due.” and as the voice 
of K.H.J. is heard, the three golden canaries burst forth into 
song. “He should be here now, and perhaps he is. I am going 
to close my eyes, for I remember that he will not appear until 
I do so.” 

Closing his eyes, Uncle John listened attentively and at once 
the sound of the Sandman’s whistle was heard. The canaries 
aeemed to sing more loudly, if that were possible, for they 
knew that the Sandman was a friend of theirs also. 

“Hello, Sandman!” cried Uncle John. “I thought you would 
show up when I closed my eyes.” 

“Good evening, everybody,” replied the Sandman, seating 
himself at the table beside Uncle John. “Do you know, Uncle 
John, Fairyland is in a perfect turmoil over your visit to our 
country, which we have decided shall be next Tuesday evening. 
Each lady Fairy is having a new dress made and Queen 
Titania has issued instructions to all of the various countries 
under her rule, to be sure and extend every possible courtesy 
to you as you pass through. Then when we arrive at the 
Court of Fairyland, Queen Titania herself will welcome you.” 

Uncle John’s face lighted with pleasure at the Sandman’s 
words. “That will be just fine, Sandman, and I am so anxious 
to see our little Queen. You know I have been waiting for a 
long time for a sight of Her Majesty,” he said. 

“Are you really so anxious to see our Fairy Queen?” the 
Sandman asked, looking at Uncle John with a peculiar smile 
on his face. 

“More so than I can possibly tell you,” replied Uncle John. 

The Sandman chuckled. “Then I have a pleasant surprise 
for you tonight.” 

“Oh, do tell me what it is,” urged Uncle John. “I do so love 
surprises and I am sure a Fairy surprise must be the best of 


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“All right, I will,” said the Sandman, smiling at Uncle John’s 
eagerness. “Listen carefully now and be very sure to follow 
my instructions. First, close your eyes tight and do not 
open them until told to do so.” 

Uncle John squeezed his eyelids tight together and to make 
sure that he was doing as he was told, he placed one hand over 
his eyes, also. 

The Sandman continued speaking. “Let me caution you 
again to listen very carefully to what I now say: 

Dear TJncle John, although were sure your heart responds to Fairy 
lure; 

Our Queen Titania thinks it best, tonight to put you to the test. 

You go next week to Fairyland, to meet the Queen and all her band; 
You needs must have a Fairy-Heart, in Fairyland to take your part. 
Your eyes are closed; your thoughts keep clear. Speak and our Queen 
will surely hear; 

And if your heart s what we believe, a mighty boon you will receive.” 

For a few moments, Uncle John sat silent. It was evident 
that he was thinking deeply. Then his lips curved upward in 
a smile and he spoke: 

“Oh, Queen Titania, ruler of that band that all the children love; 

J Tis Uncle John, with eyes closed tight; whose heart is filled with 
Fairy light. 

I crave a boon, dear little Queen; your presence never have I seen; 

And, if you think it right, I know youll come here to my studio 

And talk with me, and let me see you, dainty Queen. Please come 
to me!” 

As Uncle John finished speaking a breath of perfume seemed 
to fill the studio. Faint Elfin music was heard and the song 
of the bluebird rang out. Slowly, right beside where Uncle 
John was seated, there appeared what looked like the form of 
a little child. She stood hardly as high as the table. Her 
golden hair was a mass of curls; her eyes a sparkling blue and 
a sweet smile hovered on her lips. She was dressed in a fluffy 
silken costume of white, and around her head, holding the 
golden curls in place, was a band of tiny flowers. In her left 
hand she held a wand of gold, tipped with a flashing star. 

Gazing lovingly at Uncle John, the new arrival spoke, and 
as the silvery voice issued from the rose-petal lips, all knew 
that they were listening to Queen Titania of Fairyland, for 
it was the same voice which they had heard over the loud¬ 
speaker when the Sandman had tuned in for Fairyland. 

Placing her right hand in Uncle John’s hand, which was 
resting on his knee, Queen Titania spoke: 




The Fairyland Express 


Out in the vault of the evening sky, silvery moon is riding high; 

Straight to the earth shines a pathway bright; Fairyland Fancies 
will ride tonight. 

Look! Down this roadway from Heaven’s blue, Fairyland train 
is coming for you. 

See! From its windows the love-light glows; soft Fairy steam 
from the smokestack blows. 

Coming to take you where you will see strange sights, in the 
land of the Ought-To-Be; 

Safely you’ll travel, no need of fear, with the big, shiny beetle 
as engineer. 

Nothing is like it, you must confess; this rollicking Fairyland 
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Your call is heard; your bairy-Heart has proven that you are a part 

Of Fairyland. Oh, I m so glad that in your heart you re still a lad. 

Titania s come; she heard your plea, and stands right here for you 
to see. 

Now, though we put you to this test, we love you; set your mind 
at rest. 

You ll find us ready, one and all, to ever answer your call.” 

“Open your eyes, Uncle John!” cried the Sandman in glad 
accents. “Behold! Before you stands, seen for the first time 
by mortal eyes, Queen Titania of Fairyland, Monarch of the 
Realm of Happy Children. She has come in answer to the 
call of child-love which is in your heart. Never could you 
have passed this test and called her to you, were it not for 
your great love for little children.” 

Turning to the Fairy Queen, the Sandman gently picked her 
up and seated her on the table beside the microphone. 

“Dear little Queen Titania,” and there was a world of love 
in the Sandman’s voice as he addressed his Ruler, “this is Uncle 
John whom you have long known as the chief in command of 
the Children’s Hour at Radio K.H.J. Nothing has ever given 
me as much pleasure as does the fact that I have been the 
means of bringing you two together. The Sandman bows his 
head to the rulers of the two greatest realms in the universe, 
Fairyland and Radioland.” 

Since opening his eyes, Uncle John had not removed his 
glance from the vision of lovliness who had come at his call. 
Holding her tiny hand, which was completely lost in his human 
one, he spoke: 

“Fairy Queen, glad indeed are my eyes to now behold you. 
I have often dreamed of you and in my dreams you were 
always beautiful. But now that I see you, I find you far more 
lovely than I have ever pictured you in my dreams. From the 
very bottom of my heart I thank you for this visit.” 

“Do not thank me, Uncle John,” replied Queen Titania with 
a happy smile. “It is your love for little children and your 
kindness to them which has allowed me to come here to you to¬ 
night. Long, long ago we of Fairyland knew that the day 
would come when we should visit the earth, and we knew that 
it should happen through the love of some mortal.” 

“Happy indeed is this day for the earth,” said Uncle John, 
“and more happy to me is the thought that you will come to 
us often.” 




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“And I, too, am happy to be able to come here and help to 
gladden the hearts of mortals and try to show them what a 
joyous place Fairyland is,” the Fairy Queen answered. 

“Will you not tell us something of the wonderful country 
over which you rule, Queen Titania?” Uncle John requested. 

“There is not time for that tonight,” said the little Fairy, 
shaking her golden head regretfully, “but when you come to 
Fairyland next week, my Sandman and I have so planned your 
journey that you will pass through many of my countries and 
can see for yourself just what it is like.” 

“That will be delightful,” said Uncle John, his eyes lighting 
up with eagerness. “Did you know that I have had a small 
microphone made so that I can carry it with me when I go 
to Fairyland ?” 

“Of course I did. The Fairies know everything,” gleefully 
laughed the Queen. “And I have arranged that, no matter 
what part of Fairyland we are in, your tiny microphone will 
always be connected with your broadcasting set here. In that 
way you will be able to describe to the earth-lads and lassies 
just what you see. 

“But now,” continued the little Ruler of Fairyland, “I must 
leave you. I really should not have left Fairyland tonight, 
but your love called me and I could not resist answering. Good 
night, Uncle John and lads and lassies of Radioland.” 

Uncle John rubbed his eyes. “Why!—why, she’s gone, 
Sandman!” he exclaimed. 

“Yes, she has returned to her own country,” answered the 
Sandman. “You see, she slipped away from Fairyland tonight 
at your call and she couldn’t stay long. You will see her next 
week, when I take you to our country.” 

“Well,” sighed Uncle John, “I suppose we must be satisfied 
with that, but I do wish that she could have stayed longer. 
I certainly do appreciate her coming here tonight, though, 
even if she could only remain for a few moments. 

“By the way, Sandman,” Uncle John had a puzzled look on 
his face, “how are we to travel to Fairyland next week?” 

“I have been wondering if you would not ask me that,” the 
Sandman laughed. “We will go on the Fairyland Express.” 

“The Fairyland Express!” exclaimed Uncle John. “I never 
heard of that train before.” 

The Sandman was still smiling. “There are many things 
which you have never seen or heard of before that you will 
learn about from the Fairies, Uncle John. We have many 



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surprises in store for you and we are going to take you to 
many strange and wonderful places. This trip which you are 
to take to Fairyland next week will only be the first of many 
such trips you are to take with Queen Titania and the 
Sandman.” 

“You will always find me ready and waiting, Sandman,” 
replied Uncle John. 

“And now I must be going, Uncle John,” said the Sandman. 
“Good night, Uncle John— 

And once again, dear children, I wish you happy dreams, 

And a pleasant trip to Slumberland along the moon s bright beams; 

The sights youll see are gorgeous in the borders of Dreamland. 

Now Tm coming, oh so quickly with my bag of Golden Sand ” 

Uncle John had closed his eyes as the Sandman started to 
speak, and as the sound of the whistle rang out he opened them 
again. The Sandman had disappeared. 

“I never saw anything like the way our Fairy visitors come 
and go,” laughed Uncle John and there seemed to be an echo¬ 
ing laugh from the Sandman float through the studio window. 




UNCLE JOHN VISITS FAIRYLAND 


T HE following Tuesday evening Uncle John was restless. 

He wandered about the studio. Picking up a book from off 
the table in the corner, he laid it down again without even 
glancing at it. Even his pets, the golden-feathered canaries, 
did not hold his attention for he seemed very ill at ease, and 
this was not so surprising, for tonight he was to journey into 
new and strange lands. Tonight, he was to take his first trip 
to Fairyland! 

When the buzzer sounded, indicating that it was time for 
the station to go on the air, Uncle John reached out a hesitat¬ 
ing hand toward the knob which would connect the microphone 
with the sending set. Once he turned that little knob, the 
first step on his journey would be taken. 

Into his mind came the thought of Queen Titania and as the 
mental picture of her sweet and loving face flashed before him, 
all doubt vanished. He turned the knob with a firm hand, the 
red light winked on and Uncle John stepped to the microphone. 

“Radio, K.H.J. Los Angeles, California.” His voice rang out 
in a confident tone. “Good evening, lads and lassies. Tonight 
we are to make our trip to the wonderful country of the Fairies 
where our dear little Queen Titania is waiting for us. The 
Sandman is to call for us here at the studio and now I am going 
to close my eyes so that he can appear.” 

As Uncle John closed his eyes, the sound of the Sandman’s 
whistle was heard, accompanied by his delightful laugh. 

“Here I am, Uncle John,” said the Sandman, who was now 
standing in the studio beside Uncle John. “Are you all ready 
for your first trip to Fairyland?” 

“Ready and waiting, Sandman,” replied Uncle John. “Are 
you going to be with me all of the way ?” 

“Of course I shall accompany you,” said the Sandman with 
a smile. “You need have no fear; you will be well taken care 
of.” 

“I am sure of that,” said Uncle John, being careful not to 
mention how nervous he had been before the station went on 
the air. “But, Sandman, I have a favor to ask of you. You 
know, we have two operators on the sending set, one who 
handles it during the day and the other at night. The day 


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operator, who is off duty now, asked me if I thought he might 
go with us on our trip this evening. I told him that I did not 
know but that I would ask you about it.” 

“Why of course he may,” replied the Sandman. 

Turning to a young man who was sitting in one corner of 
the studio, Uncle John beckoned to him to come up to the 
microphone where he and the Sandman were standing. 

“Sandman from the Court of Queen Titania of Fairyland,” 
spoke Uncle John, “this is the day operator at K.H.J. His 
name is Ben, but we all call him Benny.” 

“It is a pleasure to meet you, friend Benny,” and the Sand¬ 
man grasped the outstretched hand of the other. “We shall 
be glad to have you with us on our little journey this evening. 
Please follow my instructions carefully.” 

“Now that we are ready to leave the studio,” continued the 
Sandman, turning again to Uncle John, “you must close your 
eyes again for a moment. After you have closed your eyes, I 
shall assume my Fairy form and perch myself on your shoul¬ 
der, Uncle John, where I shall remain until we reach the bor¬ 
ders of Fairyland. Let me caution you again to follow carefully 
any instructions which I may give while we are on this trip. 
This is absolutely necessary, for there are many things in 
Fairyland which mortals may not do, and many Fairy Laws 
which I have not the time to explain to you before we start. 
If you should disobey these laws, you would at once be re¬ 
turned to the earth and thus lose your chance of completing 
the trip.” 

“You may be certain that we will do just as you tell us, 
Sandman,” assured Uncle John, “for we do not wish to break 
any of your laws, neither do we wish to return to earth until 
we have seen all that we may be allowed to see.” 

“Thank you, Uncle John,” replied the Sandman, “and you 
may be sure that we will show you as much as time will permit, 
this evening. Now, are we all ready?—Wait, where is your 
small microphone?” 

“I have it here in my right hand,” said Uncle John. “I was 
careful not to forget that, for I want all of Radioland to enjoy 
this journey.” 

“Good!” said the Sandman. “Now, please close your eyes 
very tight and be sure not to open them again until I tell you 
to do so.” 

As Uncle John and Benny closed their eyes, the Sandman 
disappeared from view, but it was evident that he had merely 



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assumed his Fairy form, as he had said, for almost at once, 
his voice was heard again. Thus spoke the Sandman: 

“Titanici, from your Fairy bower, send out to earth your wondrous power; 
As Fairies, make these mortals, small, and call us to you, one and all. 
They would tonight accompany me, the glories of your land to see. 

“Look what is happening to Uncle John and Benny!” As 
the Sandman finished speaking, they began to shrink in size. 
Quickly they grew smaller and smaller until in less than a 
minute they were less than one foot tall. This seemed to be 
the proper size for here the shrinkage stopped. 

“One thing I must caution you against,” continued the voice, 
“is that when you do open your eyes, you will find yourself in 
a strange looking world. By the power of Queen Titania, you 
have now been made small like the Fairies, and the things you 
have been used to seeing will look very huge to you. If you 
will remember that, you may now open your eyes.” 

“Oh, my goodness!” cried Uncle John, as his eyes popped 
open. “What is this enormous place?—What is this heavy 
thing I have in my hand?—What is that big building right in 
front of me?—What are all those big things?—What is that 
big bird in the wire house and—?” 

“Wait a minute, Uncle John!” interrupted the Sandman’s 
voice. “I told you that you would be surprised. You are still 
in the studio of K.H.J., but you have been made small so that 
you could travel to my country on the Fairyland Express, 
which I told you about last week. That heavy thing in your 
hand is the small microphone you showed to me a few moments 
ago. That big building you ask about is the table in front of 
which you were standing when you closed your eyes, but you 
are so very much smaller that it looks huge to you. The other 
‘big places’ you asked about are the rest of the furniture in 
the studio, and the bird in the wire house is your own little 
Radio Kindness, the yellow canary, in his own cage.” 

Just as the Sandman finished explaining why things in the 
studio looked so different to Uncle John, the sound of a train 
was heard. A brilliant moonbeam shone through the studio 
window and along this shining path came the Fairyland Ex¬ 
press. 

The Fairyland Express was somewhat different from earth 
trains. The engine had a great fat boiler which bulged at 
the sides and a smokestack with a great wide top. From the 
top of this smokestack there floated small puffs of snow-white 
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were golden in color and quite large, while seated in the cab 
was a great brown beetle. From the fact that he was operating 
the levers in the cab, it was evident that this beetle was the 
engineer. 

Back of the engine was the passenger car, but such a passen¬ 
ger car was never seen on earth. The roof of this car extended 
out over the sides and made it look like the pictures we see 
of houses in Japan. The wheels were of gold, like those of 
the engine, and from the windows shone a soft, glowing light. 

With ringing bell and tooting whistle this train came to 
a stop in the center of the room. Once more the Sandman’s 
voice was heard; 

“Here we are, Uncle John, all aboard. Climb right up the 
steps of the passenger car and we will start for Fairyland.” 

Uncle John and Benny climbed the steps of the car and 
entering the doorway found themselves in what looked like 
an observation car on an earth train, except that the chairs 
looked more comfortable. As they seated themselves in two 
of these the sound of the bell on the engine was heard again 
and they felt that the train was under way. Uncle John 
attempted to glance out of the window beside which he was 
seated. 

“My, but it is bright outside the car,” he said. “I cannot 
see anything from the window except this silver glow.” 

“That is because we are traveling on a moonbeam and we 
are entirely surrounded by moonlight,” replied the Sandman’s 
voice. “Do you not think it very wonderful that you are 
moving along so swiftly and not touching a thing but moon¬ 
light?” 

“It is marvelous, Sandman;” there was awe in Uncle John’s 
voice as he spoke; “I have often glanced at a moonbeam and 
wished that I could travel along it to some distant land.” 

“And do you know,” he continued, “I always felt sure, some 
how, that if I could do this, I would be able to see the Fairies.” 

“And tonight your wish is being granted,” came the voice 
of the Sandman from Uncle John’s shoulder. 

With several sharp whistles, the Fairyland Express began 
to slow down its speed and finally came to a complete stop. 

“Oh, Uncle John!” called a voice from outside the car. 

“That sounds like the Sandman,” exclaimed Uncle John as 
he and Benny made haste to get off the car on which they 
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Sure enough, as they stepped from the platform, the Sand¬ 
man was standing there waiting for them. 

“How in the world did you get here ahead of us?” asked 
Uncle John. 

The Sandman laughed. “As soon as the train started to 
slow down, I jumped off your shoulder and went out on the 
platform. Then when it had stopped I called to you. You can 
see me now, for you are within the borders of Fairyland.” 

With the bell ringing and whistle blowing the Fairyland 
Express now started up and was soon lost sight of in the 
distance. 

“Hey! Sandman!” cried Uncle John. “Our train has gone. 
How will we ever get back to the studio ?” 

“There is no need to worry,” the Sandman assured him. 
“When you are ready to return, you will find the train await¬ 
ing you.” 

“What a beautiful country,” said Uncle John, glancing 
around, “and just look at all the flowers. I didn’t know there 
were so many flowers in all the world.” 

“That is just where all of these flowers are from,” explained 
the Sandman. “We are now in the country of the Artist 
Fairies. You see, when the sun sinks to rest at night, the 
Artist Fairies fill their paint pots with all the colors from the 
sunset glow and then they go out and gather the flowers from 
the world and bring them here to their country. All night 
long they work busily, painting them with the colors in their 
paint pots. When this is done, they take them back to your 
fields and hills and valleys and woods where they came from, 
so that when morning dawns again, the flowers are all bright 
and fresh in their new dresses.” 

“How very wonderful!” exclaimed Uncle John. “Now I 
know why the flowers always look so fresh in the morning.” 

As Uncle John and the Sandman were talking, they were 
walking very rapidly along, and in Fairyland, one covers 
ground quickly. 

“We are now passing into the country of the Keepers of the 
Lights,” said the Sandman. It is here that the Glow-worms and 
Fireflys live and the Keepers are always very busy polishing 
up their lights, for they act the same for the Fairies as your 
electric lights do for you.” 

Suddenly Uncle John stopped. Just to one side of the path 
they were following, he had discovered a very interesting sight. 




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A big firefly was standing on a sort of table or bench and 
around the firefly a little Fairy was working. 

“That is the strangest thing I ever saw,” laughed Uncle 
John. “Just look at that little Elf so hard at work, polishing 
up the firefly with a bit of mullein leaf. My, but that fuzzy 
leaf does make the firefly shine.—Oh, look, Sandman, there 
he goes, flying away!” 

“He is off to his appointed place where he will spend the rest 
of the night, helping to light up Fairyland. But we must keep 
walking if you are to see much of our country tonight.” 

“You must pardon the Fairies, Uncle John,” continued the 
Sandman as they started off again, “if they do not seem to pay 
much attention to you. These Fairies you see are the workers 
and a Fairy never shirks or loafs when there is wcrk to be 
done.” 

“An example which people on earth would do well to follow,” 
said Uncle John. 

“Some evening I am going to bring you here and show you 
the Fairies at play,” remarked the Sandman. While he was 
speaking, the three of them stepped into what at first seemed 
like a mist, but unlike a mist, there was no dampness. It was 
more like the way the earth looks when a cloud covers the sun. 

“We are just entering a peculiar part of Fairyland, Uncle 
John,” said the Sandman, “which is called Shadowland. Do 
not be alarmed at anything you may see, for there is nothing 
harmful in any part of my country. As you know, on earth 
there is a shadow cast by everything, whether it be a tree, 
house, dog, child, man, woman or anything else. But did you 
ever stop to wonder where all of these shadows go when it 
is dark and you cannot see them?” 

“Why—no, Sandman, I never did,” replied Uncle John in 
a bewildered voice, “but now that you speak of it, I realize 
that they must go somewhere.” 

“Of course,” said the Sandman. “They come here to Fairy¬ 
land and remain until it is time for them to take up their 
duties on earth again. There is quite a history connected with 
Shadowland which I shall tell to you some time, but tonight 
it would take too long. 

“Under no condition must a mortal speak to one of the 
shadows,” continued the Sandman, turning to speak to Benny, 
who had fallen behind. “I am cautioning you again, Benny, 
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passed. Remember what I told you about what would happen 
if you disobeyed any of the Fairyland laws. 

“Some of the shadows are capering and jumping about, 
you will notice, just like children out of school. Those are 
the ones who have to be very dignified and quiet while they 
are on earth. Over there to your right, Uncle John, you can 
see some of the shadows which for various reasons do not go 
back to earth. When I tell you the story of Shadowland, 
some time in the future, you will understand why this is so. 
Tonight—Oh, Benny! Benny!” cried the Sandman suddenly. 
“Please call him back, Uncle John!” 

Turning quickly, Uncle John saw Benny running rapidly 
back in the direction from which they had pome. 

“Benny! Ben!” he called sharply. “Come back here at once!” 

“He didn’t hear me,” sadly said Uncle John, turning to the 
Sandman, “and now he has completely disappeared, chasing 
after that little lady shadow you told him not to speak to. 
Cannot we look for him ? Where has he gone ?” 

“He has broken one of the laws of Fairyland, Uncle John,” 
said the Sandman with regret, “and having done so, he must 
return to the earth and forfeit the trip through our country. 

I am so sorry.” 

“I too, am sorry,” replied Uncle John, “but disobedience 
always brings punishment, and you warned him, Sandman. I 
suppose there would be no use in our searching for him?” 

“None whatever.” replied the Sandman. “By this time he . 
is back at the studio and has no idea how he got there so fast. 
What is more, he will remember nothing of what he has seen 
here. Fairy sights are not for those who are disobedient. 

“We are going to cross one corner of the Country of the 
Bees, now. It is in this country that the young bees are 
taught to make the honey which you will see used by the 
Fairy Cooks, later on. I have taken you across just a small 
corner of this country for you have often seen bees making 
honey in your own world.” 

Leaving the Country of the Bees, Uncle John and the Sand¬ 
man approached a place where there were a great number of 
what looked like enormous weeds, and each weed was covered 
with large pods. 

“This is the Milkweed Country, Uncle John,” explained the 
Fairy guide, “and in this country is located the Fairyland 
Dairy. It is under the supervision of a specially trained Fairy. 

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ing. This milk is the Fairies only drink and it is also used 
by the Fairy Cooks.” 

Uncle John glanced around and sure enough, he saw what 
the Sandman had told him. Everywhere were tiny Elves. 
First, an Elf would climb up the stem of the milkweed until 
he had reached one of the great pods. Then he would squeeze 
it with one hand and out of the end of the pod a stream of 
white liquid would flow into the little green pitcher the Fairy 
held in his other hand. 

“Oh, I see them, Sandman!” cried Uncle John, his eyes 
sparkling with delight. “I see the little Fairy Milkmaids, or 
should I call them Milkmen? See how they twist their tiny 
legs around the stalks so that they will not fall. And I know 
what they are catching the milk in. It is a pitcher from the 
Pitcher Plant!” 

“You are right,” laughed the Sandman. “You are learning 
to see things with Fairy eyes.” 

“Am I really?” asked Uncle John, pleased at the Sandman’s 
words. “But tell me, Sandman, what is that bright spot I 
see over there to the left?” 

Uncle John pointed ahead and a little to the left hand where 
a glow seemed to fill the air. 

“That is where we are going now,” replied the Sandman. 
“It is a place known as the Mirror Pool and is inhabited by 
the Gold Fish Fairies, who are in charge of the Sailor Elf. 
While the Mirror Pool is very wonderful in itself, there is 
another fact about it which I think you will find interesting. 
On one side of this body of water are the Golden Sand Banks 
from which comes the Dream Sand which I carry in my bag 
to put the children of the earth to sleep. Here we are. Is 
it not beautiful?” 

They were now standing on the edge of a small lake whose 
surface was like glass. Rushes of many colors were growing 
around its borders and reflected in its waters. Near where 
Uncle John and the Sandman were standing, extending quite 
a way back from the banks of the pool, was a flat sandy shore, 
the grains of sand glistening like gold. It was the gleam from 
these grains of sand which gave the surroundings the brilliant 
glow which Uncle John had noticed as they approached. 

On this bed of sand there were many little Fairies, hard at 
work. Some were digging with tiny shovels and loading the 
sand into wheelbarrows which other Fairies wheeled away as 
soon as they were filled. Others were filling small sacks, 



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which, when full, they promptly swung onto their backs and 
marched off with them. 

“Oh, look, Sandman,” exclaimed Uncle John. “Those little 
wheelbarrows are made of an acorn and I do believe the hand¬ 
les are straws and the wheel is a white daisy with golden 
center. I never saw anything like that in my life. 

“Tell me something. Sandman,” continued Uncle John. “You 
say you call this Mirror Pool. Why is it called that?” 

“Like everything else in Fairyland, there is a good reason 
for its name,” replied the Sandman. “Once in a great while 
there will be a Fairy who thinks that he has too much work 
to do or is being unfairly treated. Then his face gets sullen 
and dark, like the faces of earth-children do sometimes. When 
this happens, Queen Titania sends him to the Mirror Pool and 
as he looks at his reflection in its surface and sees what an 
awful face he is making, he at once becomes ashamed of 
himself and starts smiling. Don’t you think that a good plan, 
Uncle John?” 

“Indeed I do,” responded Uncle John earnestly, “and it is 
too bad that we do not have a Mirror Pool on earth that we 
might send mortals to sometimes.” 

“You do,” said the Sandman softly, “you will see the same 
reflection in the eyes of any mother, when she gazes on her 
child and the smile will come back on the little one’s face when 
it looks into the pond of this Mother Love. We must hurry 
along, Uncle John, for our time is getting short.” 

The travelers had now reached a steep wall, its face running 
straight up in the air for many feet. Uncle John hesitated, 
looking at the Sandman for instructions. 

“Climb up that Jacob’s ladder in front of you,” said the 
guide. “I will follow you and when we get to the top of the 
cliff, we will be in another of Fairyland’s countries.” 

Uncle John climbed the ladder quickly and as soon as he 
had reached the top the Sandman joined him. 

“What a queer looking little house I see over there,” re¬ 
marked Uncle John, “and who is the elderly gentleman seated 
in the doorway? He looks very wise.” 

“He is very wise,” replied the Sandman. “That is Sage, 
and he is known as the Philosopher of Fairyland. This is 
the Country of the Wild Animals and he is in charge of them. 
We will pass through here quickly and you will see the animals. 
To your right, the first one you will see is the Wild Tiger 
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notice the Wild Rose and just beyond you can observe a lot 
of funny little animals climbing all over that plant. They are 
Monkey Flowers. 

“In this marshy place to your left you will see many Turtle- 
Heads and running all around the edges of the marsh you can 
see flocks of Goose-berries. Over under that tree are a number 
of Dog-Tooth Violets and close to them, if you will look closely, 
you will see some Cocks-Comb, and beside this little brook 
you can find the Horse-Tail Rushes. 

“Look out, Uncle John!” exclaimed the Sandman suddenly. 
“You almost stepped on a Rattle-Snake Plantation. It wouldn’t 
have hurt you, but you might have crushed it, and we never 
harm anything in Fairyland.” 

“I am glad you spoke, Sandman,” said Uncle John, “for I 
would not have liked to hurt anything. My goodness! What 
is that fierce animal all caged up there?” 

“I knew you’d ask that,” laughed the Sandman. “That is 
the Wild Snap Dragon. He snaps and snaps all the time, but 
I’ll tell you a secret; he doesn’t mean one bit of it. 

“Now we’ll go through this gate,” continued the Sandman 
as they reached a tall wall of sunflowers. Swinging the gate 
open and standing aside for Uncle John to go ahead of him, 
the Sandman stepped through the gate and carefully locked 
it with a large crab-apple thorn. 

“We are now in the country of the Mechanical Fairies, where 
our radio equipment is manufactured. Do you see that large 
pile of Telephone Pea bushes? From those we get the wire 
for our private telephone system, although since radio has 
been perfected we seldom have to use wires. Over there to 
your left, you will see the Bluebells and Canterbury Bells 
which register calls coming into Fairyland. If we had more 
time, I could show you several different kinds of loud-speakers 
we have here, such as Calla Lilies, Trumpet Flowers and others, 
as well as the Fairy Microphones, which look very much like 
a Daisy. But we must not pry too closely into the secrets of 
the Mechanical Fairies, for in their own good time, they will 
be told to mortals.” 

“This is most interesting, Sandman,” said Uncle John who 
had been listening carefully, “but please tell me what that 
delicious smell is coming from?” 

“You will soon discover what it comes from,” replied the 
Sandman as they passed through another gate similar to the 



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one they entered through. This is the Country of the Fairy 
Cooks.” 

The travelers were now in the midst of a scene of great 
activity. All around them were many small tables, about which 
Fairies were at work. Some had Cornflowers which they were 
grinding up. Others would take the meal thus made and after 
putting it into the bowls, would add milk from the milkweed 
and honey from the Country of the Bees. Then still others 
would shape this mixture into tiny loaves and put them into 
ovens, under which were burning fires of straw. At some of 
the ovens, Fairies were taking out the baked loaves, which 
were a rich golden-brown color. It was the odor from these 
loaves that Uncle John had noticed. 

“Watch what they do with those freshly baked loaves,” 
said the Sandman. 

As each Fairy would take a loaf out of the oven, it was 
passed to other Fairies who carried it to a loading platform. 
From the loading platform the loaves were placed on what 
looked like an airplane, the body of which was a brilliant green 
color and the wings very transparent. As soon as a certain 
number of loaves had been loaded, the airplane rose in the 
air and flew away. 

That is the Dragon-Fly Aerial Express,” explained the 
Sandman, “which delivers the Fairy Food all over Queen 
Titania’s domains. We are now almost at the Court of Titania, 
Uncle John. It is in the building you see through the trees, 
just ahead.” 

Uncle John had been so interested in watching the Fairy 
Cooks that he had not glanced up, but he did so now, and the 
sight he saw almost took his breath away. 

Down a long lane between tall trees, a beautiful palace 
stood. Its many towers glistened and sparkled and shone 
like diamonds. Faintly, the sound of soft, sweet music could 
be heard and as they approached, this sound increased in 
volume. Reaching the foot of the marble steps which led 
to the palace, Uncle John hesitated: 

“Is Queen Titania expecting us, Sandman?” he asked. “I 
should not like to go into her wonderful palace, unless I felt 
sure that she knew I was coming.” 

“She is expecting you, Uncle John,” replied the Sandman. 
“Her last instructions to me, before I left for your studio this 
evening, were to show you as much of our country as time 
would permit, but to bring you to her Court as rapidly as 




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possible. Expecting you?—Why, Uncle John, tonight marks 
the greatest event our country has ever known, the time when 
a mortal is visiting Fairyland. We have looked forward to 
this occurrence since the beginning of history. ,, 

“Then let us not delay longer,” cried Uncle John, as with 
eagerness he mounted the marble steps which led to the 
entrance, “for I, too feel that tonight a new love is to enter 
into the hearts of mortals, brought there by Fairyland and its 
dainty Queen.” 

As they reached the doorway the music swelled forth in an 
anthem of joy; glad voices shouted in welcome and Uncle John 
and Radioland entered the Court of Queen Titania! 

As Uncle John stepped through the doorway, he found him¬ 
self in what he thought was the largest room he had ever seen. 
The walls were made of iridescent crystal which glimmered 
with pale rose and blue shades of color. The ceiling was also 
of crystal and had many lacy arches which ended in pillars 
against the walls. Scattered over the vast expanse of the 
ceiling were thousands of tiny lanterns of every color imagina¬ 
ble. These tiny lights were constantly winking and blinking, 
like stars, and Uncle John knew that inside each lantern there 
was one of the Fireflys whose duty was to help light Fairy¬ 
land. 

The floor of Queen Titania’s Court Room was made of great 
squares of gold and white, laid alternately, like what is called 
a parquet floor, on earth. Each square was highly polished 
and reflected back the dancing light from the lanterns hanging 
from the ceiling. 

Grouped around the walls of the room were many thousands 
of Fairies and each tiny Elf was gazing eagerly at Uncle John. 
Goodness, what a peculiar feeling it gave him to have all these 
wonderful creatures looking at him! 

As Uncle John raised his eyes and looked toward the far end 
of the room, he saw a sight which was to remain in his mind 
and heart forever. On a platform of gold, which was raised 
about a foot above the level of the floor, Queen Titania was 
seated on her throne. The throne was of wonderful work¬ 
manship, being made of crystal and gold, and was decorated 
with garlands of flowers of every hue. 

What a picture the Fairy Queen made, seated on this beau¬ 
tiful throne! Her gown, very similar to what is called a ballet 
costume on earth, was of pure white and her tiny feet were 
encased in white silken hose and white silken slippers with 



Mirror Pool and Golden Dream Sand 


’Neath cresent moon and shining stars the Mirror Pool is found; 
Close by the place in Fairyland where Golden Sands abound. 
On certain nights, when Fairies play, upon its surface floats 
Those marvels of a wondrous land, Titania’s Fairy Boats. 

’Tis here the Fairies gather the Golden Dream Sand bright, 
Which Sandman carries with him when he travels ’round at 
night. 

The fairest flowers blossom; soft moonlight fills the air; 
Contentment, peace and perfect love, you’ll find await you there. 



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gold ribbons. There was no crown upon her head, but her 
golden curls were held in place by a narrow band of Forget- 
me-nots, skillfully woven into a chain. In her hand she held 
a golden wand, surmounted by a crystal star which flashed 
and glistened as it was moved. Hovering over the throne, 
was a Bluebird. 

Turning to speak to his companion, Uncle John discovered 
that the Sandman was no longer with him. Glancing toward 
the platform at the far end of the room, he saw that his guide 
through Fairyland had taken a position beside Queen Titania 
and that the Sandman’s arm was resting on the back of the 
throne in a protective attitude. 

As Uncle John turned his gaze once more on the throne 
Queen Titania beckoned to him with her scepter, and obeying 
her request, he started across the polished floor. As he ad¬ 
vanced to the throne, Fairy eyes followed him and Fairy faces 
broke into smiles, for was this not their beloved Uncle John, 
‘The Voice of K.H.J.,’ come to bring the world in closer touch 
with Fairyland, as they had known his Fairy-Heart would do, 
some day? 

When Uncle John reached the platform he stopped, but the 
Fairy Queen imperiously motioned him to take his place be¬ 
side the throne, opposite to where the Sandman stood. When 
he had done so, she spoke; 

“Welcome to Fairyland, Uncle John,” the Queen said in a 
clear, sweet voice, “both as your own dear self and also as the 
representative of the earth people we all love so well. Long 
have we searched to find a mortal whose faith was great 
enough to entitle him to visit our country. Proud indeed am 
I tonight, to have standing on one side of me the Sandman, 
guardian of the earth children, while on the other stands 
Uncle John, who, through the marvels of radio, guides along 
paths of right, such a vast number of his nephews and nieces, 
who daily listen to his voice.” 

“And grateful am I, Fairy Queen,” responded Uncle John, 
his voice ringing with joy, “to be thus honored by your dainty 
Majesty. To you I give my pledge to do everything in my 
power to help you in bringing Fairyland to the earth and to 
show mortals that love, as expressed by Queen Titania and 
her subjects, is the true road to joy and happiness.” 

As Uncle John finished speaking, the sound of music filled 
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the walls of the room, rushed out on the floor, where they 
joined hands in a large circle and sang; 

“Happy are we of Fairyland, where the moon is shining bright; 

For Uncle John has brought ivith him all of the world tonight; 

Never again will mortals doubt or laugh at our country fair. 

When Uncle John returns to earth and tells them he's been there. 

So take back the love of the Fairies and Titania, their Queen, 

And tell to the lads and lassies the wondrous things you've seen!' 

As the song ended and the Fairy music drifted into silence, 
Uncle John turned to Queen Titania. 

“I surely will tell the lads and lassies all that I have seen 
tonight,” he said softly, “and I will tell the grown-ups, as well. 
If they only knew what they missed, I am sure that they would 
never let the child-heart get away from them, and I believe 
that when I have told the story of my trip tonight, many 
persons will come back to the Fairies who they lost so long 
ago. 

“But,” he added, regretfully, “I must return to earth now, 
for I have my duties there which I must not neglect. Cannot 
you return to the studio with me?” 

“We are sorry you feel that your duties call you back to 
earth,” replied the Fairy Queen, “but we shall not try to keep 
you, for duty must always come before pleasure, and you are 
to make many more visits to Fairyland. No, I do not think 
I had better go back with you tonight, but I will come to your 
studio next Tuesday evening.” 

“I shall be looking eagerly forward to that time,” said Uncle 
John. “Good night my Queen.” 

“I shall return with you, Uncle John,” spoke up the Sand¬ 
man. “Come, we will find the Fairyland Express waiting for 
us just outside the door.” 

Uncle John and the Sandman crossed the room and passed 
out through the same door they had entered a short time 
before. Sure enough, as the Sandman had said there was the 
train, puffing and blowing at a great rate, as though impatient 
to start. 

They climbed aboard the passenger car, the bell rang and 
the whistle tooted and they were on their way. It seemed but 
a moment before the Fairyland Express slowed down again 
and stepping out on the platform, Uncle John saw that they 
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“Oh dear,” he sighed as they descended the steps of the car, 
“I suppose I shouldn’t feel this way about it, but honestly, 
Sandman, I would much rather have stayed in Fairyland.” 

The Sandman just smiled, for he knew that Uncle John 
loved his studio and really did not mean what he was saying. 

“However,” and Uncle John’s voice brightened, “we shall 
have our Fairy Queen here with us next week. Will you be 
with her, friend Sandman?” 

“Of course I will,” replied the Sandman. “The Fairy Queen 
and her Sandman are going to visit you each Tuesday evening 
as long as you and Radioland want us.” 

“Then you have many, many visits to make,” laughed Uncle 
John. 

“Now close your eyes, Uncle John, for you must be made 
mortal size again, you know,” said the sandman. “You are 
still the size of a Fairy.” 

“I had forgotten all about that,” Uncle John chuckled, “that 
shows how well satisfied I would be to remain a Fairy. All 
right, Sandman, my eyes are closed.” 

When Uncle John had closed his eyes, he began to increase 
in size and in just a few seconds he had become as always. 

“Keep your eyes closed a little longer,” said the Sandman. 

“Good night, Uncle John, I will see you next week: 

Good night , lads and lassies; Sandman s on the way 
To take you into Slumberland, where the Fairies play; 

You must go to sleep now , with little eyes closed tight , 

But be awake to meet us , right here , next Tuesday night.” 

Uncle John opened his eyes as the sound of the whistle rang 
out, but the Sandman was gone. 

“I shall never forget that trip to Fairyland tonight,” said 
Uncle John, “and I hope that we shall have many more jour¬ 
neys into that wonderful country of truth and love.” 



THE FAIRYLAND ORCHESTRA 


A FTER the wonderful trip to Fairyland, which he had taken 
L the previous week, Uncle John was very anxious to open 
the station this Tuesday evening. This was to be the first of 
many regular visits which the Queen of Fairyland had prom¬ 
ised to make to the studio. 

Therefore, as soon as he had turned the little knob which 
connected the microphone with the sending set, he closed his 
eyes. Upon opening them again, which he did immediately, 
he found Queen Titania in the studio. 

“Well/’ exclaimed Uncle John, “you are prompt, Fairy 
Queen. I was listening for the Sandman’s whistle. Is he not 
with you?” 

“No,” replied the Fairy Queen, “he is not here yet.” 

Uncle John had seated himself on a chair near the table 
which held the microphone and Queen Titania promptly 
climbed up on his knee. 

“The Sandman has been delayed this evening,” continued 
the little Fairy, “but I did not want to wait for him, so I came 
here by myself. I am so busy right now and can only visit 
with my earth friends here once a week, so I wanted all the 
time I could get to be here with you.” 

“I am surely glad you feel that way about it,” replied Uncle 
John with a smile. “We feel the same way. What have you 
been doing to keep you so busy, Queen Titania?” 

“Oh, there are so many things to do,” said Titania in a glad 
voice, “and we Fairies just love to be busy. But you were 
asking what I have been doing. At this fall season of the year 
we have several particular duties to attend to. Have you 
noticed that the leaves on the trees and bushes are turning 
yellow and red now?” 

“Of course I have,” responded Uncle John, “and the differ¬ 
ent colors are very beautiful. But have you anything to do 
with that, Fairy Queen?” 

“Yes indeed,” said the Queen of Fairyland. “That is the 
work of my Artist Fairies whom you saw last week, and I have 
to watch carefully and make sure that they do not miss any 
of the trees or bushes, so that all may have this change of 


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clothes. Then, in the North, I must see that all of my Frost 
Fairies and Snow Fairies are kept busy.” 

Uncle John nodded his head as he remarked; “So it is your 
little Fairies who cover the ground with snow and the window 
panes with the dainty frost pictures. Now I can understand 
why these pictures are so beautiful, because they are drawn 
there by Fairies—” 

Interrupting Uncle John came the sound of the Sandman’s 
whistle. 

“Close your eyes quickly, everyone,” cried Uncle John, “the 
Sandman is here.” 

Although Uncle John closed his eyes and opened them again 
so fast that it was hardly more than a wink, the Sandman 
appeared during the time they were closed. 

“Greetings, friends of earth,” said he, “greetings, mv 
Queen.” 

“Welcome, Sandman; we have been waiting for you,” replied 
Uncle John. 

“Indeed we have, my Sandman,” said the Fairy Queen. 
“Suppose you tell us what delayed you.” 

“Gladly, oh, Ruler of Fairyland,” responded the Sandman, 
his loving gaze upon his little Queen, “gladly will I do so. 
Tonight I have been up in the Northern lands with my Golden 
Dream Sand. The winter season is approaching in the far 
North and the wee lads and lassies go to bed much earlier than 
they do in summer.” 

“Tell us, Sandman, how the North country looks now,” re¬ 
quested Unce John. 

“It is very beautiful, Uncle John. All of the earth is covered 
with a pure white blanket and when the sun shines on it, it 
glistens like diamonds. All of the trees are covered with snow 
and it looks as if their branches had a soft covering of cotton 
down to keep them nice and warm through the winter. 

“My, what a delight the snow on the hillsides is to the lads 
and lassies of that country,” continued the Sandman. “Early 
in the morning they are out with their sleds and up to the 
top of the hills they climb, dragging the sleds behind them. 
Then, on they pile and away they go, down to the bottom, 
swift as the wind. The lakes and the rivers are all frozen over 
with a thick covering of ice and this makes great sport for 
the children with their skates. You know, lots of the lads 
and lassies make a sail by crossing two sticks, one about four 
feet long and the cross-stick about two feet. Then they put a 





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piece of cloth over these sticks and when the wind is blowing, 
they hold on to this sail and it carries them along, just like 
a boat. And it is not only the children who enjoy this sport, 
Uncle John. Oh, no; father and mother and big brother and 
sister get out and do the same thing and they are all just 
children together. That is one of the great blessings of the 
big outdoors; it makes everyone young.” 

“Sandman;” it was Uncle John who spoke, as the Sandman 
finished telling of the North country; “there is something I 
have been curious about, all evening. Ever since Queen Titania 
arrived in the studio, I have seemed to hear the sound of 
sweet, faint music. Some place I seem to have heard the same 
sort of music before, but I cannot remember where it was. 
Can you tell me ?” 

“Yes, I can tell you what it is you hear,” replied the Sand¬ 
man, “and also where you heard it before. This is the same 
music you heard when you were in the Court of Queen Titania 
last week. It is the Fairyland Orchestra. Very often this 
orchestra accompanies the Fairy Queen and when they are 
with her, they always play when she is speaking. It is a proof 
of your Fairy-Heart that you can hear it, Uncle John, for it 
is only to those with this heart that the sound of the Fairy 
Orchestra reaches.” 

“Uncle John,” spoke the Fairy Queen, “while I should like 
to remain longer this evening, I cannot do so. Tonight in 
Fairyland is a very important occasion, for it is tonight that 
we hold the Feast of Love and I must hurry back to see that 
everything is made ready, while the Sandman must finish 
scattering his sand and get back to Fairyland to attend the 
Feast.” 

“The Feast of Love,” mused Uncle John, “what a wonderful 
thing that must be.” 

“It is, indeed,” said Queen Titania. “Once a year this feast 
is held in the gardens of my palace and all of the inhabitants 
of Fairyland gather together and the Fairy Cooks prepare a 
marvelous supper. Afterward we dance until morning. Some 
day perhaps we can take you to one of these celebrations.” 

“Oh, I do hope so,” cried Uncle John, “and I will not try to 
keep you away from such a pleasant time, Fairy Queen. Good 
night, for this evening and we will be looking forward to seeing 
you next week.” 

“I will surely be here. Good night everyone. Close your 
eyes, Uncle John,” replied Queen Titania. 




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As Uncle John closed his eyes in response to the Queen's 
request, the Sandman spoke; 

“To you, dear JJncle John, and every lad and lass, 

The Sandman bids a fond good night, and hopes the time will pass 
Real swiftly 'til next Tuesday comes and we are here once more. 

Now he wants you to get ready, real quickly for your sleep, 

For he has an engagement in Fairyland, to keep, 

And he’ll take you,on a moonbeam, to that Fairy Slumber Shoze^- 
You will see the Fairies dancing, 'neath a moon that brightly gleams; 
And other sights entrancing, in your happy, childish dreams. 

So say good night, with happy smile, to mother and to dad; 

And get ready for the Sandman; for he's coming, lass and lad!" 

The Sandman’s voice kept getting fainter and fainter until 
his last words were just a whisper and then the sound of the 
whistle rang through the air. 

“I don’t want to open my eyes,” sighed uncle John, “for I 
know they are gone and it seems so long until another Tues¬ 
day comes and we have our Fairy friends with us again.” 




THE QUEEN’S SONG 


O NCE more it is Tuesday evening in the studio of K.H.J., 
the golden-throated songsters are singing gaily. Uncle 
John is seated at the table in front of the microphone and 
there is a look of expectancy on his face as he glances up at 
his pets. 

“Surely our friends from Fairyland must be on their way,” 
smiled Uncle John as the birds continued their song. “The 
little canaries know when they are coming and I feel sure that 
they are singing a song of welcome.” 

Just then the warning sound of the Sandman’s whistle was 
heard. This being the signal for Uncle John to close his eyes 
so that the Sandman might appear, he did so promptly, and 
when he opened them again, the children’s Guardian Fairy 
was seated beside him. 

“Why Sandman,” exclaimed Uncle John, “where is Queen 
Titania? Did you not bring her with you?” 

“No, Uncle John,” replied the Sandman, “I expected to find 
her here in the studio. I had to leave Fairyland early because 
there are so many wee lads and lassies who have to go to bed 
early and I must be there with my Dream Sand to put them 
to sleep. But the last thing Titania told me before I left our 
country was to be sure to hurry to the studio where she would 
be awaiting me.” 

“I have not seen her,” said Uncle John in a worried tone, 
“cannot you try to find her for us? Perhaps something has 
happened to her.” 

“Oh, no; nothing could have happened to her,” the Sandman 
replied. “She is too much loved by everyone, and surrounded 
by love, as she is, she is perfectly safe. It may be that she 
has been delayed. I will call the North Wind and have him 
carry me swiftly back to Fairyland, where perhaps I can find 
out why she is not here. 

“North Wind, from your country blow, right here into the studio; 

On your wings I must lean: 

To Fairyland now I must go for informaton; we must know, 

What J tis delays our Queen ” 

At these words the curtains on the studio windows began to 
whip around and the rush of a mighty wind filled the room. 


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Some papers on a table in the corner started to dance merrily 
and the air became quite chilly. The Sandman continued; 

“Ah! Here you are! Now let’s away to Fairyland, from 
And find out what is wrong; 

So come; let’s start; I’ll leave my pack of sand here, for I’ll soon be back. 
Begin your travel song!” 

Almost before he had finished speaking the Sandman was 
picked up as though by giant hands and with a rush, disap¬ 
peared through the studio window. Uncle John reached out as 
though to stop him, but realizing that he must not interfere 
with Fairy plans, he let his hands drop to his side again. 

Turning toward the table again to await the Sandman’s 
return, Uncle John was amazed to see Queen Titania quietly 
seated in the chair the Sandman had just left. To his surprise 
she was laughing heartily. 

“Where did you come from, Fairy Queen? I was so worried 
about you. Did you see the Sandman? Were you delayed?” 
The questions poured from Uncle John’s lips. 

“Oh, dear,” merrily laughed the little Fairy, “I just couldn’t 
help playing a joke on you, Uncle John. I have been here in 
the studio ever since the station first went on the air;” and 
her silver laugh brought a smile to Uncle John’s worried face. 

“Here in the studio!” he exclaimed. “Surely you are joking 
again, for I did not see you.” 

“Really, Uncle John,” the Fairy Queen assured him, “ I have 
been right here all the time. I came here early and I thought 
I would fool you, so I hid behind that big chair, over there in 
the corner. You see, the chair is so large and I am so small, 
it was not difficult to keep out of sight. 

“And it was so funny,” her laughter broke out again, “to 
hear you and my Sandman wondering where I was and to see 
him fly clear back to Fairyland, looking for me. But I saw that 
you were really worried, so I decided to come out from my 
hiding place. I should not have done this, I realize now, so 
let me attone for it by singing you our Fairyland song.” 

Softly, as from a great distance, came the sound of music. 
Sweet and low, this music continued as the Fairy Queen's 
tender voice sang; 

f( The world wherein the Fairies dwell, so wondrous fair must be; 

For Faith and Truth and Happiness are its watchwords, don’t you see; 
’Tis ruled by Queen Titania from out her Fairy bower; 

And happy are we always, with Love the guiding power. 



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There was intense silence in the studio as the silvery voice 
finished the song, even the canaries did not chirp. 

“What a wonderfully sweet song.” said Uncle John softly. 
“Might I ask what it is called, little Queen ?” 

Before the Fairy Queen could answer, the Sandman jumped 
through the studio window. He was all out of breath. 

“My goodness!” he puffed, “you certainly led me a merry 
chase, your Majesty. I hunted all over Fairyland for you and 
was returning here in haste, to tell Uncle John that I could 
not locate you. Just before I reached the studio, I heard you 
singing our song and so I knew that all of my efforts had been 
in vain.” 

“Not in vain, faithful Sandman,” replied the Queen tenderly, 
“for they show the love which you hold for me.” 

Uncle John explained to the Sandman the joke which Queen 
Titania had played on them and all three had a good laugh 
over it. 

“Sandman,” said the Fairy Ruler, Uncle John asked me the 
name of the song I sang. Will you please tell him its 
history?” 

“Gladly,” replied the Guardian Fairy. “Like everything in 
Fairyland, this song has a history. One day when all the 
world was gay with Spring, Queen Titania stood at her palace 
window, gazing far, far out over her Fairyland. And because 
her land was so fair to see and she was so very, very happy, 
she felt inclined toward song. 

“Calling to her window the Minstrel Fairy, she requested 
him to write a song for her. The Minstrel Fairy thought a 
moment and then said ‘Fair Queen whose heart is always 
light and happy, this is the song which comes to me as I look 
upon you;’ and he sang the song you have just heard, Uncle 
John. 

“The Queen thought this a very beautiful song and she 
sang it many times that day, for it expressed just the way she 
felt. 

“Now it chanced that on the evening of the day when the 
Minstrel Fairy composed this song for the Queen, there was to 
be a gathering of the Fairies for one of their entertainments. 
On this particular evening, one Fairy from each of the differ¬ 
ent countries of Fairyland was to entertain the company in 
some way. About the middle of the evening’s entertainment, 
Queen Titania, who was seated on her throne in the Court 
Room of the palace, stood up and held out her wand. 



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“This was the signal for complete silence and at once a hush 
fell on all the gathering. When all the talking had stopped, 
Queen Titania told her subjects about what had occurred that 
morning; how she stood at her window with her heart over¬ 
flowing with love and how she had called the Minstrel Fairy 
and asked him to write a song for her. 

“Then she sang the song for all the Fairies to hear. As she 
finished, there was thunderous applause and as with one voice, 
all of the assembled Fairies cried out; ‘The Queen’s Song! 
This shall be called the Queen’s Song.’ So for a long time it 
was known by this name. 

“Then radio was discovered in Fairyland. Of course, this 
was long, long before you had radio here on earth. After this, 
whenever any radio entertainments were given in Fairyland, 
and in fact whenever any broadcasting was done, the ‘Queen’s 
Song’ was sung, out of courtesy to the ruler of the Fairies. 
So, gradually, this song came to be known as the ‘Radio Song’ 
and that is the name it goes by today.” 

“But you know, Uncle John,” Queen Titania said as the 
Sandman finished the history of the song, “the Fairies always 
give to the earth all the good things which they have, just 
as they gave radio to you, therefore I gave you this song 
tonight.” 

“It was well named the Queen’s Song,” remarked Uncle 
John, “for it expresses happiness, and you always seem to be 
happy, Fairy Queen.” 

“Of course, Uncle John,” smiled the Fairy Queen, “for I 
always think happy thoughts and when one does that they 
cannot be otherwise than happy. It is only when one thinks 
other thoughts than those of love and kindness, that unhappi¬ 
ness creeps in.” 

“That is a true message for all of us,” replied Uncle John, 
“and I hope that all who hear it will remember it.” 

While Queen Titania and Uncle John were talking, the Sand¬ 
man had walked over to one of the studio windows and seemed 
to be examining something, very closely. 

“Oh, Sandman!” called Uncle John. “What are you so 
interested in over there?” 

“Cannot you see?” asked the Sandman in reply. 

“No, I cannot see anything,” said Uncle John, “that is, 
nothing unusual. I can see a long slender thread that glistens, 
but I know that it is a strand of spiderweb, for I can see the 
spider hanging on the end of it.” 



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“Oh, I hadn’t noticed that!” exclaimed Queen Titania. “You 
call it a spider-web here on earth, Uncle John, but it is really 
a Fairygram. That is the way we Fairies send our messages. 
The message is written on what you call the strand of web. 
What does it say, my Sandman?” 

“It is for you, Fairy Queen,” replied the Sandman, “and 
says; ‘Queen Titania is needed in Fairyland at once. St. Nicho¬ 
las has sent word that he needs help in getting the toys ready 
for Christmas and Fairyland is waiting for the Queen to say 
which Fairies shall go to his workshop.’ ” 

“Then I must return to my country at once,” the Queen of 
Fairyland said. “You see, Uncle John, it is getting near 
Christmas and when good old Santa Claus gets rushed with his 
work, he sends to us for help.” 

“So the Fairies help to make the toys for Christmas,” said 
Uncle John. “Will you tell us about that some time?” 

“Gladly, when I have more time,” replied Queen Titania, 
“but I must hurry away now. Good night, Uncle John; good 
night, my Sandman.” 

“Good night, Fairy Queen;” said Uncle John and the Sand¬ 
man together, and Uncle John continued; “We will be looking 
forward to your visit next week, but please do not hide on us 
next time.” 

“I promise you that I won’t;” smiled the Queen, and even 
as she spoke, she was gone. 

“What a dear little thing she is,” said Uncle John lovingly. 

“Indeed she is,” replied the Sandman warmly, “and she is 
always just as you see her when she visits your studio, light¬ 
hearted and happy. But I must hurry away, also, Uncle John, 
for I am afraid many tiny eyes are beginning to close and the 
Sandman is needed. Give my love to all the lads and lassies 
who come up here to see you during the week. Good night, 
Uncle John, and— 

“To every lass and lad, good night; a week must slip away, 

Until I talk to you again; 'twill quickly pass, I pray: 

For the Sandman likes to visit with you, over radio. 

And he hopes you like to hear his voice for he loves you, as you knoiv. 
He'd like to keep on talking, but he must say, instead. 

Good night, for it is time that you were tucked into your bed. 

So climb beneath the covers, and your Fairy friends will keep 
A careful guard upon you, while you close your eyes in sleep.” 



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From previous visits from the Fairies, Uncle John knew 
what to do and had closed his eyes as the Sandman started 
his good night verse. At the conclusion, the cheery notes of 
the whistle sounded and Uncle John opened his eyes again to 
find, as he had expected, no sign of the Sandman. 

“Why is it that time flys so swiftly when you are with those 
you love,” mused Uncle John to himself. 





THE SANDMAN’S RECEIVING SET 


W HEN the next Tuesday evening arrived, Uncle John had 
hardly finished turning the knob which connected the 
microphone to the sending set, when the warning sound of the 
Sandman’s whistle was heard. Obedient as always, he at once 
closed his eyes real tight. 

“You may open your eyes now, Uncle John,” said the Sand¬ 
man, who, as soon as Uncle John’s eyes were closed, had ap¬ 
peared in the studio, “I am right here beside you.” 

“That was fast work, Sandman,” laughed Uncle John, open¬ 
ing his eyes, as he was told. “You must have been waiting for 
the station to go on the air.” 

“I thought I would surprise you by being very prompt to¬ 
night. Last night, I heard you talking about someone who 
was late in arriving at the studio, so I decided not to give you 
a chance to say that about me.” 

“But I realize how very busy you are, Sandman,” replied 
Uncle John, “and that sometimes you cannot help being de¬ 
layed. But you said you heard me talking last evening. Where 
were you? I did not see you here in the studio.” 

“I always hear your Children’s Hour programs,” smiled the 
Fairy Guardian. “Ever since K.H.J. welcomed the Fairies to 
Radioland, I carry around a portable Fairy Receiving Set, so 
that no matter where I may be, I can listen to you.” 

“How very interesting to know that you are always listen¬ 
ing to us, even if we cannot see you. But, Sandman,” ques¬ 
tioned Uncle John, “I am curious about this portable receiving 
set you mention. Do you carry it around with you all the 
time?” 

“Indeed I do,” replied the Sandman. 

“Well—but—I don’t see it now,” said Uncle John dubiously. 
The Sandman laughed heartily. “No, of course you don’t. 
As I said, it is a Fairy set, and when I assume the form of a 
mortal, so that I can come here and talk to you and Radioland, 
the receiving set stays in the realm of Fairyland. Besides, it 
is a very much simpler set than any you have on earth. Would 
you like to have me tell you about it?” 

“Indeed I would,” said Uncle John, “but wait until I move 
the microphone closer so that Radioland will be sure to hear 


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your description of this set. Perhaps some of the lads out 
there might want to make one.” 

Uncle John reached toward the microphone on the table, to 
draw it nearer to where he and the Sandman were seated. 
Suddenly he drew his hand back as though the little broad¬ 
casting instrument had been hot. 

“Sandman!” he gasped. “Look!” 

Uncle John was pointing at the microphone. 

Seated on the instrument was a little figure not much larger 
than Uncle John's thumb. It looked like a tiny doll, but such 
a sweet little doll mortal eyes had never gazed upon. Uncle 
John bent down and looked closer. Then he discovered that 
what he had thought was a doll was in reality the Fairy Queen 
Titania! 

As he looked, the tiny figure sprang from the microphone to 
the table. Running over to the edge of the table, the Fairy 
Queen looked up into Uncle John’s face. 

“Will you please set me on the floor, Uncle John?” she 
asked in a very small voice. 

Being very careful not to squeeze her, Uncle John picked 
the Queen of Fairyland up between his thumb and forefinger 
and gently placed her on the floor of the studio, beside where 
he was seated.. At once she began to grow larger. Within a 
few seconds Titania had grown to the size she usually was 
when she came to K.H.J. 

“There!” exclaimed Queen Titania. “Now I feel much more 
natural. It is better for me to be this size.” 

“I should say so!” said Uncle John. “Why! I didn’t dare 
move before for fear I would step on you.” 

“I wish you could have seen the look on your face when 
you first discovered me on the microphone,” laughed the Queen. 
“Do you know, Uncle John, when you first saw me I was just 
the size of the Fairies who sit on your shoulder when K.H.J. 
is on the air, only they are invisible.” 

“I know they are,” replied Uncle John, “for I have often 
glanced around when I have heard them whisper to me, but 
I never could catch a sight of them.” 

“And you never will, Uncle John;” said the Fairy Queen. 
“You see,” she explained, “Fairyland only allows the Sand¬ 
man and myself to appear to you here at the studio, and the 
only reason we are allowed to do so is that we may talk to 
the lads and lassies and convince them that Fairyland really 
does exist.” 



Queen Titania’s Court 

* u ^ 

Far across placid Slumber Sea, in the land where the Fairies 
dwell; 

’Tis here you will find Titania’s Court, when under the Dream 
Sand’s spell. 

The walls are of crystal, cool and clear; high-arched is the ceil¬ 
ing bright; 

Flooding the room are colors gay from the Firefly Lanterns’ light 

Sweet Fairy music fills the air, played by the Cricket Band. 

For the nightly dance which here is held by the Elves of 
Fairyland. 

The Sandman calls with his Golden Grains of Dream Sand, soft 

and clean, 

To carry each child on the Wishing Ship, to the Court of the 
Fairy Queen. 

What do they learn in this wondrous realm, ’neath the moon¬ 
light soft from above? 

The lessons the Fairies always teach are Kindness, Joy and Love. 







































































































































































































































































































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“Well, of course we do not wish to overstep any of the laws 
of your country,” Uncle John made answer, “and we are very 
thankful to Fairyland for allowing you and the Sandman to 
come to us in mortal guise. But, Fairy Queen, last week you 
promised to tell us how the Fairies helped Santa Claus. Is 
there any particular thing which your subjects do in his work¬ 
shop?” 

“The next time you see a Christmas tree, Uncle John,” 
replied the Queen, “and see all of the pretty ornaments which 
have such beautiful colors, you will know that my Artist Fair¬ 
ies painted them; that is why these ornaments are so bright 
and cheerful to look at. It is a joy for the Artist Fairies to 
paint them, for they know they will bring happiness to the 
little ones and thus joy goes out from the Fairies to the earth 
children.” 

“I should have known that the Fairies had something to do 
with that,” smiled Uncle John, “for surely, no one but a Fairy 
could paint such delicate colors as we see on these Christmas 
tree ornaments. Tell me, Fairy Queen, do you know about 
the radio receiving set the Sandman has? He was going to 
tell us about it before I discovered you on the microphone.” 

“Why of course I know about it,” the Fairy Queen answered. 
It was on my instructions that my chief Radio Fairy figured 
it out for him, as I did not want the Sandman to miss any 
of your programs and he had to have some way of picking 
them up, no matter where he might be. Tell Uncle John about 
your set, my Sandman.” 

“The Radio Fairies live in the country of the Mechanical 
Fairies which you visited on your trip to our country;” ex¬ 
plained the Sandman. “As my Queen just said, she instructed 
her chief Radio Fairy to figure out some plan whereby I could 
always tune in to K.H.J. This might seem rather a difficult 
matter to mortals, for I have to travel so fast that I could not 
carry much apparatus around with me. 

“But our Radio Fairies soon worked it out. This is how I 
do it. First I find a nice friendly spider and have him spin a 
strand of spider web. One end of this strand is fastened to 
a tree and the other end to a blue-bell plant; a lily plant or 
any other plant which has a loud-speaker flower. This is my 
aerial. Then the spider spins another strand of web from the 
loud-speaker flower plant to the earth. This is my ground 
wire. After that I call to me two fire-flys for the batteries and 
two glow worms for the tubes. Then, around the stem of the 




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loud-speaker flower, the spider spins many turns of his web 
until I have a coil and when I put my ear to the flower, I hear 
K.H.J. plainly. Could anything be more simple?” 

“Everything seems to be simple for Fairies,” replied Uncle 
John, “but I do not think I will try to listen in that way. Now, 
Fairy Queen, there is a question I wish to ask you. Could you 
not have your Minstrel Fairy write a verse for you to bring 
to the lads and lassies here? Surely anyone who could write 
that beautiful Queen’s Song, could do that!” 

“Oh, Uncle John, how did you guess?” exclaimed the Fairy 
Queen. “That is just what I had my Minstrel Fairy do, and 
I brought it with me tonight. Would you like to hear it now?” 
“Indeed I would,” Uncle John responded promptly. 

“He has called it ‘A Message,’ and these are the words,” 
said Queen Titania, continuing in a soft voice; 

“Hello there, lads and lassies of our dear Radioland; 

We hope the message we have brought tonight, you'll understand; 

For we come up here to K.H.J. with just one thought in view; 

To try to bring some happiness and pleasure, friends, to you. 

So if within our talk which we put upon the air, 

There is a single little thought of joy, ijjibedded there; 

Which makes your heart more happy, your little faces smile; 

Then we'll consider we've done well; our work has been worth while. 
This world is made for happiness; for thoughts of joy and cheer; 

Sighs, tears or grief and sorroiv really have no lodgement here. 

It's easier to be happy, by far, than to be sad; 

And you can help the world a lot, if you will just be glad. 

Be glad that you are living; be glad the sky is blue; 

Be glad when evening comes around; be glad when morning's new; 

Be glad the flowers blossom; be glad the birdies sing; 

Be glad the world is full of love; be glad for everything. 

Now, if you just will follow this plan from day to day, 

You ll do the world a lot of good, in a mighty pleasant way." 

“That is a wonderful message, Fairy Queen; one that every¬ 
one should try to keep with them always;” Uncle John said, 
laying his hand on her golden head. “What prompted your 
Minstrel Fairy to write that verse?” 

“I suggested it to him, Uncle John,” replied the Fairy Queen. 
“That is just how we feel in Fairyland and we have proven it 
to be true, many times.” 

“It is time we were leaving, Queen Titania;” spoke up the 
Sandman. 

“Right you are, my Sandman,” answered the little Fairy. 
“Will you please set me on the table again, Uncle John?” 



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It took both of Uncle John’s hands to lift the Queen of Fairy¬ 
land to the table this time, but soon she was standing there, 
right beside the microphone. Now she began to grow smaller 
and in a very short time was very tiny again, just the size she 
had been when Uncle John discovered her on the microphone, 
earlier in the evening. 

The Sandman leaned toward the table and all at once, quick 
as a flash of light, the Fairy Queen had sprung onto his 
shoulder! 

Uncle John looked on in amazement. Then he laughed. 
“Now I can get some idea of how the Fairies perch on my 
shoulder,” he said. Suddenly, Uncle John sprang to his feet. 
“Look out, Sandman!” he cried. “Titania has slipped off your 
shoulder and fallen straight into your Dream Bag!” 

Sure enough, the Fairy Queen had slid from the Sandman’s 
shoulder and landed squarely in the Dream Bag which hung 
at his side. Uncle John leaned over and attempted to look into 
the bag. 

“Do not look into my Dream Bag, Uncle John!” the Sand¬ 
man’s voice was sharp. 

“I must, Sandman,” replied Uncle John. “I must see where 
our Queen went.” 

“I warn you not to look in there, Uncle John!” 

But Uncle John was not to be denied. He leaned over and 
lifted the top of the Dream Bag, for the Sandman had closed 
it after Queen Titania’s disappearance. 

“Well, if you insist, go ahead,” said the Sandman, resigned¬ 
ly, “but remember, I told you not to do it.” 

Uncle John peered into the bag. “Just a little peep to see 
if I can find our Fairy Queen,” he replied. “Why Sandman! 
Its all dark in there and I can’t see—any—thing. I—can’t— 
see—Queen—Titan—” 

Uncle John’s voice drifted into silence and his head sank 
softly to the table top. Uncle John was sound asleep! 

“I tried to warn him,” smiled the Sandman. “He has evi¬ 
dently forgotten that no mortal can look into the Sandman’s 
bag and stay awake.” 

Going to the telephone on the studio wall which connected 
with the operator in the room where the sending set was lo¬ 
cated, he pressed the button and the operator answered at 
once. 

“This is the Sandman speaking,” the Guardian Fairy said 
to the operator. “Uncle John has fallen asleep in the studio. 



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When I am gone, will you please ring the buzzer and awaken 
him?” 

Upon being assured that the operator would do as requested, 
the Sandman returned to the microphone table where Uncle 
John continued to sleep. 

“Good night, lads and lassies,” he said; 

“Uncle John, tonight I'm sure, has had a big surprise; 

Now each of you climb into bed and close your little eyes. 

Your sleep will be well guarded by angels from above; 

So for this time, I'll say good night, with all the Sandman s love." 

Placing his whistle to his lips, the Sandman blew softly upon 
it and was gone. 

At once the buzzer sounded in the studio. With a start, 
Uncle John awoke and rubbed his eyes. 

“I can’t see her in there, Sandman,” he exclaimed, and then 
realized that the Sandman was not there. 

“Why, where are you, Sandman? I must have fallen asleep. 
—The last thing I remember was trying to find Queen Titania 
in the Sandman’s bag.—I should not have done that for he 
told me several weeks ago that no one could look in his bag 
and stay awake. Well I have learned a lesson.” 




CHRISTMAS IN THE STUDIO 


’“TUESDAY evening again Christmas as well, for Christ¬ 
mas happened to fall on Tuesday this year. Several small 
visitors had come to the studio this evening and Uncle John 
had been hearing all about the wonderful things Santa Claus 
had brought them. 

I wonder where Queen Titania and the Sandman are to¬ 
night,said Uncle John. “Although this is Christmas, I am 
sure that they will not disappoint us. Perhaps it has been 
hard for the Sandman to get the lads and lassies to sleep 
tonight, after such a big day of excitement.” 

And then the sound of the Sandman’s whistle came! 

“Close your eyes quickly, children,” said Uncle John to the 
wee guests in the studio, “here comes the Sandman!” 

Uncle John and the children all closed their eyes. 

“You may open your eyes, Uncle John,” said the Sandman’s 
voice, “we are here.” 

All eyes popped open without delay, and there stood the 
Sandman with dainty little Queen Titania by his side. 

“Merry Christmas, Queen Titania! Merry Christmas, 
Sandman!” cried Uncle John. 

“Merry Christmas, Uncle John and Radioland!” replied the 
voices of the two Fairy visitors. “We hope that it has been 
a very Merry Christmas for youadded the Sandman. 

“Indeed it has,” said Uncle John, “and it is complete, now 
that you and our Fairy Queen are here. And before I forget it, 
there is something I wish to ask you. The other evening, 
your Sandman said something about Fairyland beginning and 
ending in the home. Just what did he mean by that?” 

“Just this, Uncle John,” explained the Fairy Queen. “Fairy¬ 
land, like the home, is the very heart of all that is wonderful 
and good. Smiles pave the way to Fairyland and love is the 
bridge across the River of Doubt. The home is the abiding 
place of love and Fairyland is right here, if you will but look 
for it. 

“Home is a word which does mean much, Queen Titania,” 
said Uncle John, “although I am afraid we do not give it 
thought enough.” 


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“Listen, Uncle John, and I will tell you some of the things 
it does mean,” replied the Fairy Queen, and she continued in 
a soft voice; 

“Home! The thoughts it brings to me are wondrous fair; 

The magic of a mother s love you ll find abideth there; 

The shrine of faith; the soul of truth; the hearthstone of the race; 

The start of all that's good and fine, to the home you'll always trace. 

No matter where your steps may lead, as through the world you roam; 

The path which shines the brightest is the one which leads to home!' 

“Beautiful, little Queen!” exclaimed Uncle John. “Where 
do you get all of these verses you bring to us here?” 

“They come from our Fairy Library,” replied Queen Titania. 
“You see, as the Fairies travel around among mortals, they 
hear many things. Whenever they hear anything which has 
to do with happiness or kindness or love, they always remem¬ 
ber it and when they get back to Fairyland, it is written down 
by the Library Fairy and placed in our library. We have a 
wonderful collection.” 

“You must have, indeed;” Uncle John answered, “but how 
about the other things which the Fairies hear; the things 
which do not have to do with happiness or kindness or love?” 

“Oh, we just forget them,” smiled the Queen. “It does no 
one any good to remember such things.” 

“I see what you mean, Fairy Queen,” said Uncle John, 
thoughtfully. “We should store up in our minds only the good 
things. What a splendid idea. That must be one of the rules 
of Fairyland.” 

“It is one of the first rules,” spoke up the Sandman. “Earth 
people have a similar one, which they call ‘The Golden Rule,’ 
but unfortunately, they too often forget it.” 

“True enough,” replied Uncle John. “Tell me, Sandman, 
has this been a very busy week for you?” 

The Sandman laughed. “I should say it has!” he replied. 
“The children’s minds have been so full of Christmas that it 
has taken much more sand than usual before I could get them 
to sleep. 

“Then, too,” continued the Sandman, “I have been very busy 
in Santa Claus’ work shop all this week. You see, no one is 
as familiar with sand as I am, therefore I always spend the 
week before Christmas testing out all of the sand toys.” 

“My Sandman and I have had a wonderful time today, Uncle 
John,” said Queen Titania. 

“What have you been doing?” questioned Uncle John. 




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“We have been traveling around, peeking into one home 
after another and we have found so much joy and happiness 
that my heart is singing with gratitude tonight.” 

“Gratitude is truly a great thing, Fairy Queen,” said Uncle 
John. “We should all show more of it, for we all have many 
blessings to be grateful for. “What did you see today that 
made you feel most grateful?” 

The little Queen of the Fairies thought for a moment before 
replying. 

“I think the thing for which I feel most grateful,” she finally 
said, “is that in so many poor homes, I found that the Christ¬ 
mas cheer had been sent in by those more blessed with the 
good things of life. Surely many a heart must be happy to¬ 
night with the thought that they have helped some poor 
family to have a real Christmas.” 

Uncle John smiled in assent; “I think that must be true, 
for the world is learning that the greatest happiness comes 
through doing good to someone less fortunate than ourself.” 

“Uncle John,” the Sandman said; “Our Fairy Queen has 
brought a verse for Radioland tonight, which she had the 
Minstrel Fairy write for this Christmas Day.” 

“Oh, please tell it to us!” exclaimed Uncle John eagerly. 

“All right, Uncle John,” Titania replied, “here it is; 

“To all the lads and lassies of our dear Radioland, 

I bring fond Christmas greetings, from all the Fairy band. 

We give to you our dearest love and thoughts of Christmas cheer; 

With best wishes for your happiness throughout the coming year. 

And Queen Titania gives you, this thought fro?n K.H.J.; 

Your little hearts keep full of love on this and every day.” 

“Bless your heart, Fairy Queen,” Uncle John said, “that is 
indeed a happy message for all of us. If we could keep our 
hearts full of love, I am sure that there would not be any room 
for unhappiness.” 

“Suppose we all try it,” spoke up the Sandman. 

“That’s a bargain, Sandman,” replied Uncle John promptly. 
“Do you all understand, lads and lassies, what we are going 
to try and do? We have agreed that we will all try to keep 
our hearts so full of love that there will not be a bit of room 
for unpleasant things. And do you know what the flower 
of love grows from? It grows from faith. Am I not right, 
Sandman?” 

“Indeed, yes;” agreed the Guardian Fairy. “Faith!” he 
emphasized. “What a wonderful, precious thing faith is. Why, 



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the whole of my country of Fairyland is builded on faith. All 
of the good things of the world come to you because of faith. 
What would life itself amount to if we did not have faith in 
‘The Great Ruler Over AH’? What a poor world it would be 
if a child did not have faith in its parents. How could we 
cross the mighty oceans if we did not have faith in the men 
who run the ships; or travel on land if we did not have faith 
in the engineer whose hand carries the train safely along the 
way? Faith! The foundation of everything.” 

“And it was your faith in my Fairyland of right thoughts 
and actions which enabled us to come here and visit with the 
earth-children, Uncle John,” added the Fairy Queen Titania. 

“You will prove that faith true, as you continue to come to 
us,” lovingly replied the Voice of K.H.J., imprinting a kiss upon 
her golden curls. 

“And now, we must say good night for this time,” continued 
the wee Fairy, regretfully. Keep your hearts full of gratitude 
for the good things you have received, lads and lassies, and 
the more grateful you are, the more good you will receive.” 

“Good night, Fairy Queen; good night Sandman;” whispered 
Uncle John. 

Uncle John closed his eyes. The whistle sounded, and as 
from a distance, came the Sandman’s voice; 

“Away, away on silvery wings to Dreamland’s happy bowers. 

You now must fly, and there you’ll spend so many joyous hours; 

We are glad to have been with you on this lovely Christmas Day, 

And we’d really like to stay here, but ’tis time we went away. 

So with loving Fairy wishes we will bid you all, good night; 

And look for you in Dreamland, where the Fairy lamps shine bright 




NEW YEAR THOUGHTS 


O NE week later, New Year’s night, Uncle John turned 
around from having connected the microphone with the 
sending set, to find Queen Titania and the Sandman standing 
in the center of the room. 

“Happy New Year, Uncle John!” cried the visitors, merrily. 
“The same to you both, friends of Fairyland,” replied Uncle 
John. 

“And I do hope that this will be a very, very happy year for 
all of our friends in Radioland,” continued Fairyland’s Queen. 

Uncle John stooped down to kiss Her Majesty’s hand. 
“Always a word of cheer and a happy smile from our little 
Titania,” he said. “Is this New Year’s Day in your country 
also, Fairy Queen?” 

“Oh, no,” she replied, shaking her curly head. “We do not 
have any particular day which we call New Year’s, Uncle 
John.” 

“No New Year’s Day!” he exclaimed. “Why is that?” 
“Because,” explained the Fairy Queen, “we Fairies have 
existed from the beginning of time and never grow older. We 
do not measure time by days and weeks and months as you 
do on earth, so we do not need to have a certain day to start 
a new year.” 

“But how do you measure time then?” Uncle John wanted 
to know. 

“By what we accomplish, Uncle John,” replied Titania. 
“The good deeds we do, I mean. We consider that day lost 
which has not seen something good done.” 

Uncle John nodded. “Another lesson for earth-folks,” he 
said. 

“And we are saved the necessity of making New Year’s 
resolution,” laughed the Sandman. 

“Seriously, though,” he continued, “New Year s resolutions 
are very silly. Each year, in my travels, I hear the same 
thing \ everyone is resolving to do this and that and then, after 
a few days it is all forgotten. This is very foolish, Uncle John, 
and it is quite wrong, for if they really meant it, they would 
go ahead and do these things and not talk about it. 

“Quite right, Sandman,” said Uncle John, and judging by 


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their Queen, the Fairies live up to what you say by carrying 
out good actions rather than words.” 

“We try to, Uncle John,” the Fairy Queen replied modestly, 
“but that is a pleasure and I am sure if the lads and lassies 
knew the joy that comes from doing good deeds, they would 
hunt around all the time to find things to do for others. There 
is a verse in our Fairy Library which tells about this.” 

“May we not hear it, little Queen?” asked Uncle John. 

“Of course you may,” smiled the Fairy; 

"A good deed; such a little thing to do; and yet how far 

This deed may reach, just like the light that comes from yonder star. 

A kind word to an aching heart, takes but a breath, and still 

It may bring Heaven to some soul, or empty world may fill. 

A loving touch on downcast head may ease some mortal's grief; 

A cheery smile, when all seems dark, will often bring relief. 

So as you go along the path, you'll find the ones that lead. 

Are those who always have the time to pause for a good deed.'' 

“My, I should like to be able to browse through your Fairy 
Library;” said Uncle John. “I think I could find much to 
study there.” 

“That reminds me,” said the Sandman, “that I was listening 
in to K.H.J. last evening over my Fairy receiving set and I 
heard you talking to the lads and lassies about the Old Year 
and the New Year. You were absolutely right, Uncle John, 
when you said that the pictures so often shown of the Old 
Year, as an old man, weak, feeble and almost ready to die, did 
not seem to be the proper picture. 

“The old year does not die but goes on and on, living in 
memory as well as in the achievements accomplished during 
its passage. For example, would you say that the year which 
saw radio perfected would ever die? Will the year when 
your great and glorious country became a nation among na¬ 
tions, ever die? Will the year in which the last, awful war 
ended, ever die?—No! the years, as they pass, do not die!” 

The Sandman paused and a gentle smile came over his face. 
It was as if he was looking backward to the many wonderful 
years which has passed or perhaps, forward into the equally 
wonderful years to come. 

“Why,” he continued, “the New Year is just a small brother 
of all the big brother years which have been before and they 
are all one great family. To the new little brother year, the 
others which are born before, give of the abundance of their 
knowledge and experience, and the little brother year simply 



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carries on and improves what they have started. Each year 
has its own book, in which is written all of the things which 
happened while it was the little brother year; the good things 
to be remembered and cherished—” 

“And the things which were not good to be forgotten, let 
us hope;” interrupted Uncle John. 

“Let us hope so;” came softly from the lips of the Fairy 
Queen. 

“It brings a thought to my mind, Uncle John;” and the 
Sandman’s face still wore the thoughful smile; “it is this: 

The New Year's book is white and clean; upon its pages can be seen, 
No record at the sttirt; 

And on these pages, each of you must write, while they are fresh and new. 
Of history, a part. 

With careless hand you may place there a blot to mar its freshness fair; 
In thoughtless, needless, haste; 

Unsightly will it be at last, when to the bottom you have passed; 
Recording wilfull waste. 

Or else, perchance, the page will show a record for the world to know; 
Written with loving hand; 

Of honest effort with the pen of helpfulness to fellow men; 

Which through all time shall stand ." 

“Splendid words, my Sandman!” cried the Fairy Queen. “I 
hope every lad and lassie will be careful what they write on 
the pages of this year. Let them mark one-half of the page 
‘Good Thoughts’ and the other half, ‘Good Deeds’ and then 
fill the page full. But I must hasten back to Fairyland now. 
Good night, Uncle John!” 

“Good night Fairy Queen,” replied Uncle John. “My eyes are 
closed.” 

“Good night, Uncle John” said the Sandman: 

Good night, lads and lassies, our visit ends once more; 

A new year is ahead now, with pleasures by the score; 

Let's all make this a good year; our thoughts real loving keep; 

Now quickly jump into your beds, and off you go to sleep." 

As the cheery notes of the whistle filled the room, Uncle 
John opened his eyes and was not surprised to find that the 
Fairy vistors had disappeared. 

“They vanish like the moonlight;” said the Voice of K.H.J. 





TITANIA’S FAIRY BOATS 


A NOTHER Fairyland night at K.H.J. Tuesday, of course, for 
• it is only on Tuesday evening that Queen Titania and her 
Sandman come to talk to the lads and lassies. 

Uncle John has been very solemn and thoughtful all even¬ 
ing, but his face brightens up as he hears the sound of the 
Sandman’s whistle. Seating himself at the microphone table, 
he closes his eyes. When he opens them again, the Fairy 
Queen and the Sandman are seated beside him. 

“Good evening, Uncle John,” said Queen Titania, snuggling 
her hand into Uncle John’s big one. 

“Hello, little Fairy, and our good friend Sandman;” re¬ 
plied Uncle John. 

“Why are you looking so thoughtful?” asked the Sandman, 
“You usually greet us with a smile.” 

“My heart is smiling, just the same, now that you two are 
here;” replied Uncle John, “but I must admit that I have been 
thinking. The verse which Queen Titania brought us last 
week, about the New Year’s Book has made me think of many 
things. She also told us that Fairyland never has a New 
Year’s Day. I cannot quite understand that.” 

“It is very simple;” smiled the Sandman. “Each day is a 
New Year’s Day for us.” 

“Listen, Uncle John,” said Queen Titania, “and perhaps I 
can explain this to you; 

“At each fresh dawn the world is new; a book with pages bright; 
And still, before the evening comes, a record you must write. 

So guard with care each little thought of yours throughout the day; 
Just watch your motives for each act; take heed of what you say. 

So do, that when you close the book of every day, you’ll know, 

The world is better, just because you’ve helped to make it so. 

For happiness is always bought with happiness, and you 
Will find your life much sweeter for the kindly things you do.” 

“That explains it to me fully, Fairy Queen,” said Uncle John 
with a smile. “I can see that we should be very careful at all 
times to be kind and thoughtful of others, and then others will 
be the same to us. Did that verse come from your Fairy 
Library also?” 

“Of course it did;” replied the Queen. “All of my verses 
come from there. Some evening I am going to take you there.” 


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“Splendid!” cried Uncle John. “Now, Sandman, I have 
another question for you. You have explained to us that 
dreams come from the Golden Dream Sand which you carry 
in your Dream Bag, so we do not have to wonder any more as 
to where dreams come from. But I would like to know where 
dreams go.” 

The Sandman hesitated. “That is a very difficult question 
to answer;” he said. “Many of your dreams stay with you 
and help you in your daily life, but it is also true that some 
dreams seem to vanish and are never seen again. Perhaps 
they are like Titania’s Boats and just sail on and on.” 

“Titania’s Boats!” exclaimed Uncle John; “What are Ti¬ 
tania’s Boats?” 

“Have you never walked along a stream, Uncle John,” asked 
the Sandman, “and seen the green leaves with upturned ends, 
floating along in a seemingly endless procession?” 

“Indeed I have, Sandman; many times.” 

“These are the Fairy Boats of Queen Titania,” smiled the 
Guardian Fairy. “Tell Uncle John about your boats, my Queen” 
he continued, turning to Titania. 

“Gladly I will,” she replied: 

“Where er a streamlet wanders, bordered by clean, white sand; 

'Neath trees arms softly bending, float the ships of Fairyland; 

Drifting ever onward along the flowing tide; 

Dropped from the parent branches that grow by the water s side; 

Green and brown and golden, each leaf on the surface floats; 

A Fairy captain guides them, for these are Titania s Boats ” 

“Isn’t that wonderful!” cried Uncle John. “I will always 
think of our little Queen whenever I see the leaves floating 
on the water and I will know that they are her boats. Why, 
there seems to be Fairyland in everything here on earth, and 
there seems to be something good in everything also, if we will 
just look for it.” 

“That is the message we are trying to bring to the earth- 
children, Uncle John;” replied the Sandman. “There is some¬ 
thing good in everything and all one needs to do to find it is 
just to believe the good is there. If you will do this, you will 
be surprised how quickly you will find it. 

“I am sure that your message will reach the earth-children, 
Sandman,” said Uncle John, “and I hope that you will bring 
many more messages to us.” 




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“Oh, we will,” smiled the Fairy Queen, “but we must go 
now, for my Sandman has many lands to visit tonight and 
I must return to Fairyland.” 

“I am so sorry, little Queen Titania;” and Uncle John 
sighed as he spoke; “but I realize that we should not inter¬ 
fere with your duties.” 

As the Sandman stood up, something caught Uncle John’s 
eye which he had not noticed before. 

“Why, Sandman,” he exclaimed, “you have a brand new 
Dream Bag tonight!” 

“Yes,” laughed the Fairy visitor, “the old one was about 
worn out and the Tailor Fairies made this foi* me. I have to 
be careful not to spill any sand as I travel along or the whole 
world might fall asleep.—Close your eyes now, Uncle John, 
for we are ready to go. Good night!” 

“Good night, dear Uncle John,” said the Fairy Queen, blow¬ 
ing him a kiss. 

“Good night and God bless you,” replied Uncle John, clos¬ 
ing his eyes. 

The tender sound of the Sandman’s voice was heard say¬ 
ing: 

"The Sandman has a brand new bag, just brimming full of sand; 

And every grain contains a dream that's sent from Fairyland. 

For Uncle John and every lad and every lassie too, 

The Fairies send a world of love which I have brought to you. 

We hope that in these messages, which come each Tuesday night, 

Our love will reach out to you like a ray of sunshine bright; 

Make cheery every thought of yours, your hearts with gladness beam; 
So I'll say good Tiight and trust that you of Fairyland will dream." 

Uncle John opened his eyes upon an empty studio. He 
walked over to where Radio Kindness, the golden canary was 
swinging in his cage. “They always leave a thought of love 
with us, these friends from Fairyland, don’t they?” he asked 
the songster, and the little bird nodded its head. 




WHAT LUCK IS 


AS Uncle John was unlocking the door of the studio the fol- 
^ lowing Tuesday evening, he heard a whistle. Hastening 
to get the door open, he stepped into the room and found, 
as he thought, that Queen Titania and the Sandman were 
ahead of him. 

“That’s the time you beat me,” laughed Uncle John. 

“Whe-e-e-u!” exclaimed Her Majesty. “My, but I’m glad 
we are here!” 

“Why, Fairy Queen!” cried Uncle John, “you are all out 
of breath!” 

“I should say I was,” answered Titania. “I never traveled 
so fast before!” 

“Never traveled so fast?” repeated Uncle John. “ I do 
not understand. Why has she been traveling so fast, Sand¬ 
man?” 

The Sandman laughed heartily. “Well, you see it was this 
way, Uncle John;” he explained. “When I left Fairyland to¬ 
night to start on my rounds of putting the tiny babies to 
sleep, Queen Titania decided that she would accompany me, 
hidden as usual, in my Dream Bag. The last stop I had to 
make, before coming to the studio, was away up in the land 
of the White Rabbit.” 

“Wait a minute, Sandman;” interrupted Uncle John. 
“Where is the land of the White Rabbit?” 

“It is up in the frozen North,” said the visitor, “in the 
Hudson Bay country, where the first Americans live. When 
I say first Americans, I mean the American Indians, for they 
really were the first Americans, you know. Well, after I 
had all of the wee Indian papooses sound asleep, we lingered 
in the wigwam of one of the Indian Teller of Tales, listening 
to his stories of the days when his tribe ruled all of this 
continent. Then, fearing that we would be late, I called on 
the North Wind to blow us here to the studio. That is why 
Queen Titania spoke of traveling so fast.” 

“So you have just come from the Hudson Bay country. 
It must be very cold up there, Fairy Queen;” Uncle John 
remarked. 


The Wishing Ship 

My Wishing Ship is a bonnie craft that sails over many seas; 

It carries me all around the world and back with the greatest ease: 
The boat itself; is my mind, you know; Love’s pure, clean 
thoughts, the sails; 

With Truth the captain at the helm, it conquers Discord’s gales. 
Of course your wishes must all be good, if you on this ship 
would go; 

The Port Content, its home place is, where the Zephyrs of 
Happiness blow. 





















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“Yes—it was rather chilly,” replied Queen Titania with a 
smile. 

“And didn’t your little feet almost freeze, dainty Queen?” 
asked Uncle John, smiling in turn. 

The Fairy Queen’s silvery laugh rippled forth. “Oh, Uncle 
John, you are so funny sometimes. We Fairies do not mind 
the cold weather.” 

Uncle John nodded. “Of course; I had forgotten. But 
tell me, Queen Titania, what part of the world do you like 
the best?” 

“All of it,” replied the Queen, with shining eyes; and she 
continued, 

“I love the whole great big round world, and all its people too; 

Because to love them all is what the Fairy Queen should do. 

I have a jolly reason why I love them all you see; 

For just as long as I love them, Fm sure they'll all love me.” 

“Indeed they do all love you;” cried Uncle John. “Sandman, 
I have another question for you tonight. I like to ask you 
questions, because your answers are usually from a Fairy¬ 
land standpoint and I wish to learn more about your country. 
My question is this,—What is a seed? Can you tell me?” 

“Indeed I can, Uncle John;” answered the Sandman. “A 
seed is really a plant or a tree, all wrapped up in a little brown 
bundle. If you put it in the ground and care for it properly, 
it will grow and when it is old enough, it will bear flowers 
or fruit, because God has made it so.” 

“A splendid answer, Sandman;” said Uncle John. “Many 
people say things will grow if you have good luck, but I 
know better. I know that they grow because the great Ruler 
intended that they should.” 

“Wait until I tell you something about good luck, Uncle 
John,” smiled the Sandman; 

“Good luck comes to those who bring the sunshine where they go; 

So keep on doing good things and the luck will come, I know.” 

“That’s the secret of good luck, Uncle John.” 

“I feel sure it must be,” replied Uncle John. “Now, here 
is another question. Each Tuesday evening, when you leave 
the studio, our little Queen Titania always goes at the same 
time. Why not leave her with us for a while, if you feel that 
your duty calls you away ? Would you not like to stay, Fairy 
Queen ?” 

“Indeed I should like to stay, Uncle John,” said the Fairy 
Queen, glancing up at him lovingly, “but that cannot be. 



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When my Sandman starts out on his rounds with the Golden 
Dream Sand, I must hasten to Fairyland to be there to meet 
the earth-children. You see, when the sand has been put 
in their eyes, they at once travel to Dreamland, and I must 
be there when they arrive. The shut-ins, those dear, patient 
people who cannot go out, come to my country in their dreams 
also, as do the old folks, who in Memory Dreams, live over 
again the days of their youth.” 

“Now I understand, faithful Queen of Fairyland, and in¬ 
deed it is right that you should go, no matter how much we 
would wish to keep you.” Uncle John patted her tiny hand. 

“And my Sandman is getting restless now, Uncle John;” 
continued Queen Titania. “That is a sure sign that he feels 
he should be starting out. We will try to make a longer 
visit to you next week. Good night!” 

“Good night, Fairy Queen. Good night, Sandman;” re¬ 
plied Uncle John as he closed his eyes. 

“Good night, Uncle John;” said the Sandman; 

“Across in quaint old Scotland , they have a funny name 

For what we here call kisses , although it means the same; 

But there they call them ‘cherries / which I guess is quite all right, 

So the Sandman sends a cherry to each of you; good night!” 

The whistle was very faint this time, showing that the 
Sandman was hastening to his duties of scattering the Golden 
Dream Sand. 




THE “EARTH CHILDREN INDEX” 


^T^HE following Tuesday was the anniversary of the birth of 
that great American patriot, Abraham Lincoln. Several 
lads and lassies had come up to the studio to entertain Radio¬ 
land. When they had finished, there came the familiar sound 
of a whistle. 

“Close your eyes, everyone!” exclaimed Uncle John. “Our 
Fairyland visitors are here;” and suiting his actions to his 
words, Uncle John closed his eyes tight, as did everybody else 
in the room. 

“Hello, friends! You may open your eyes now,” came the 
voice of the Sandman. 

Everyone’s eyes popped open at once and there at the 
microphone table sat little Queen Titania and her companion, 
the Sandman. 

“Welcome, friends from Fairyland;” said Uncle John. 

“Thank you;” replied the Fairy Queen. “We are glad to 
be here with you again and I have been enjoying the enter¬ 
tainment.” 

“Where have you been, Queen Titania?” asked Uncle John. 
“You say that you have been enjoying the entertainment, 
but I did not see you in the studio.” 

“Oh, I have been just outside the window, waiting for 
my Sandman.” 

“Then you did not come here with the Fairy Queen to¬ 
night?” questioned Uncle John, turning to the Sandman. 

“No,” he replied, “I arrived here just before I blew my 
whistle. My last stop this evening, before coming to K.H.J. 
was away up in Alaska, where the rivers are all frozen solid 
with ice and the ground is covered with many feet of snow. 

“It is a beautiful sight up there now, Uncle John;” con¬ 
tinued the Sandman. “The hills are thickly wooded with 
pine forests and each pine tree is jeweled with snow and ice. 
The moonlight shines on them and they sparkle like dia¬ 
monds. My last call was in a great big house built of logs 
and in the large room which extended all across the front of 
the house, there was a big fireplace, in which enormous pine 
logs were burning. After I had sprinkled my Golden Dream 
Sand in the eyes of a wee laddie who had just arrived, I 


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slipped out into this big room and stood in front of the fire¬ 
place for a little while, watching the Flame Fairies.” 

“There you go again,” interrupted Uncle John, “springing 
something new r on us. We have heard of so many different 
kinds of Fairies since you and Queen Titania have been visit¬ 
ing Radioland, that we thought we knew them all, and now 
you come here and talk about another kind. Please tell me, 
what are Flame Fairies?” 

“Oh, Uncle John,” laughed the Queen of Fairyland, “there 
are many more Fairies which you have not yet heard of, 
but you will hear about them as our visits continue. You see, 
when anyone invites any of the Fairies into their life, the 
others gradually come in also. You first started this Fairy 
migration when you invited ‘Kindness, Happiness and Joy" 
to make this studio their home.” 

Uncle John smiled. “And you, Fairy Queen, have brought 
us many more of these dear little people from your Fairyland. 
Please continue to bring them until we have met them all;” 
he said. 

“We will bring them just as long as you want us to;” re¬ 
plied the Queen. “That is another of the secrets of a ‘Fairy- 
Heart,’ Uncle John. As long as you really want the Fairies 
to come into your life, they will do so; but when you cease 
to want them, they never come near you.” 

“But these Flame Fairies you spoke of?” persisted Uncle 
John. “What are they, Sandman?” 

“I am sure you must have seen them, these Fairies which 
dance in the flames;” replied the Sandman. “These are the 
Fairies which have been for ages imprisoned in the trees and 
as the logs are burned, they are released. The next time you 
see a log fire, watch for them. See how gladly they dance and 
flit around the fireplace. See the Knights on prancing steeds; 
see the castles and the ships with flaming banners; see the 
little ladies with flowing skirts of yellow and red and all the 
other Fairy Fancies in flames. For a little while they play 
there, joyous to be free again. Then, gaily leaping upward, 
they go toward the sky!” 

“Yes,” cried the Fairy Queen in a glad voice, “upward 
they go, and— 

“Do you wonder where they've gone, all this flaming band9 
They have hastened safely home—to my Fairyland!” 



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'‘How wonderful!” exclaimed Uncle John. “I have often 
watched these very things you speak of, in a grate fire; and 
how splendid it is to know that instead of just burning out, 
these flames are really Fairies who are freed after a long 
imprisonment and that they leap and dance upward out of 
joy that at last they are free to go to that wonderful coun¬ 
try of yours where all is gladness and joy.” 

“Indeed that is true,” said Titania, “and it is like many 
other things in life. If you will look into these things care¬ 
fully, although they seem to be, like the flames, merely last¬ 
ing for the moment, you will find that some real good is being 
accomplished.” 

“Just like yourself, little Queen;” smiled Uncle John; 
“always finding joy and happiness in everything. 

“By the way, Sandman,” Uncle John continued, “I have 
another question for you. With so many new little babies 
arriving all the time, how do you know about them all and 
where to find the new ones?” 

The Sandman laughed heartily. “Do you know, Uncle 
John,” he replied, “I have been expecting you to ask me that. 
Well, I shall have to explain to you just how we keep track 
of these new arrivals. You see, in our Fairy Library, we 
have one room which is devoted entirely to what is called 
our ‘Earth Children Index.’ In this room are many small 
cabinets with small drawers. These drawers are filled with 
cards and on each card will be found the name and address 
of an earth-child. 

“Among the greatest friends and helpers of the Fairies are 
the Storks. When a Stork has delivered a new lad or lassie, 
he at once flies to Fairyland and reports to the Library Fairy 
that there is a new earth-child to be watched over. Then a 
card is made out for this new arrival and filed away, after 
which this new name and address is written on a large black¬ 
board which is at one end of the room. Just before I leave on 
my nightly trip, I go to this room and make a note of all 
the names on this blackboard, so that I will be sure and call 
upon all of these new arrivals with my Dream Sand.” 

“Well!” remarked Uncle John, “I am certainly glad to have 
that explained to me, for it was a great puzzle. “But tell me, 
Sandman, don’t you ever overlook some of these new 
arrivals ?” 

“That does happen occasionally;” smiled the Sandman. 
“Have you never heard one of these tiny little ones cry and 




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cry, when there did not seem to be any reason for their doing 
so?” 

“Indeed I have, Sandman, and I have wondered what could 
be the matter.” 

“That would be one I had missed,” explained the Sandman, 
“but as you know, there are always Fairies around the earth- 
children, particularly the new ones, and it is not long before 
I get word of the fact that I have missed one of my charges 
and straightway I hasten with my Golden Sand. Then very 
shortly all is quiet—the new arrival on earth is sound asleep.” 

“Now I understand why little babies are crying one mo¬ 
ment and fast asleep the next;” said Uncle John. “The next 
time I see this happen I shall say to myself; ‘Aha, my friend 
the Sandman has arrived.” 

“Now, Fairy Queen,” Uncle John said, turning to Her Ma- 
esty, “I have a question for you. During your visits here, 
you have explained many of the meanings of Fairyland words 
but you never have told me what ‘Titania’ means. Surely 
the name of the little Fairy we all love so dearly must have 
some Fairyland significance?” 

“I will tell you gladly, Uncle John;” the Fairy Queen re¬ 
plied ; 

“Tenderness ; loving the children so fair; 

Interest always in their zvatchful care; 

Thankfulness too, that this care is mine; 

Anxious to always be sweet, true and fine. 

Natural next, with my heart always glad; 

Innocence, found in each lass and each lad; 

Artful I must be, improving their mind; 

Now read the first letters; ‘Titania' you'll find.” 

“True enough!” exclaimed Uncle John; “and those are the 
requisites necessary for the Queen of Fairyland. You have 
them all and many more, Fairy Queen and just think, all of 
these wonderful thoughts of yours are going out to so many 
people by means of radio.” 

“I am sure they must be reaching quite a number,” said 
Titania, “from the hundreds of letters I am receiving, written 
by our friends out in Radioland.” 

“What do you do with all of these letters?” questioned 
Uncle John. 

“In our Fairy Library there is a big file marked ‘Radio- 
land/ ” replied Queen Titania, “and in this file are placed all 
the letters we receive. You see, we value these letters very 



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highly, for they show that our visits here and the messages 
we bring, are appreciated by mortals.” 

While the Fairy Queen and Uncle John had been talking, 
the Sandman had arisen from his chair and settled the Dream 
Bag firmly on his shoulder. As Queen Titania glanced up 
she noticed this. 

“Look, Uncle John;” she said; “it must be time that we 
were going, for the Sandman is all ready. But before we go, 
I want to tell you that we are so glad that we could be here 
on the evening you celebrate the birth of Abraham Lincoln, 
for he was a man who had all of those good principles which 
we of Fairyland love.” 

“We are so glad that you could be with us this evening,” 
replied Uncle John. “We would like to keep you longer, but 
we know that duty comes first, so, until next week, good 
night, Queen Titania and Sandman.” 

“Good night, Uncle John,” said the visitors in one voice. 
“Close your eyes!” instructed the Sandman. 

Uncle John did as he was told, as the Sandman spoke again; 

“Dear little lass and little lad, this day you celebrate 
And honor an American; whose heart so true and great 
Gave all it had for country. You never should forget, 

And will do well to follow the example which he set. 

So reverence Abraham Lincoln and keep his memory bright; 
America's greatest patriot. Dear little friends, good night!” 

Sweetly came the notes of the Sandman’s whistle, diminish¬ 
ing in volume until it had entirely faded away. The visitors 
from Fairyland were gone once more. 

As Uncle John turned the knob which disconnected the 
sending set, his face wore a peaceful, happy look. 




THE SECRET OF HAPPINESS 


T^HE station had been on the air for quite a while this Tues- 
* day evening and still there was no sign of the Sandman and 
Queen Titania. Uncle John looked worried. Tuesday even¬ 
ing, with its visits from the two gladsome Fairies had come 
to mean so much to both Uncle John and Radioland, that the 
day would not seem complete if they failed to show up. 

“It is very strangemused Uncle John; “they have never 
been this late before. I do hope that nothing has interfered 
with their visit tonight, and surely, if anything had hap¬ 
pened to keep them away, the Fairy Queen would have sent 
me word.” 

He stopped and turning his head sideways, listened intently. 
It had just occurred to him that possibly there was a Fairy 
messenger on his shoulder who was trying to whisper into 
his ear the reason Queen Titania and her Sandman were not 
there. 

“No,” he sighed, “I cannot hear a thing!” 

Seating himself at the microphone table, beside the two 
empty chairs which he had placed there in anticipation of 
the visit of the two Fairies, Uncle John folded his arms on 
the table and rested his forehead upon them. Never before 
had he realized how he looked forward to these little informal 
visits each week. 

What was that he heard?—Softly, yet growing louder, 
came the sound of a whistle! 

Uncle John sprang to his feet; quickly he turned around, 
but the sound of the whistle had ceased and there in the 
middle of the room stood the two well-known forms of Queen 
Titania and the Sandman. 

“My, but I am glad to see you!” said Uncle John, joyously. 
“I had begun to think that you were not coming tonight.” 

“Surely you knew that we would not disappoint you;” said 
the Fairy Queen in a reproachful tone. “I was waiting for 
my Sandman, whom I had sent to verify the rumor I had 
heard that since we have been coming to Radioland, earth- 
people are finding my Good Thought Fairies in lots of places 
where they never knew they were.” 


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“I am sure that the Sandman found this to be true;” Uncle 
John said. 

“Indeed I did,” replied the Sandman. 

“That is as it should be;” smiled the Fairy Queen. “If mor¬ 
tals look for Fairies in the right way, and in their hearts 
really believe that they will find them, the Fairies will be 
there; but if they search merely out of idle curiosity or from 
any wrong motives, they will not be able to see them.” 

“Right motives will do much to bring us our desires,” 
Uncle John remarked, “and they also bring happiness. 
Speaking of that, I noticed, on our recent trip to Fairyland, 
that all of the little people of your country were happy. Do 
you remember, little Queen, you promised me that some even¬ 
ing you would bring the secret of this happiness to Radio¬ 
land?” 

“Of course I remember and I have brought it tonight;” 
replied the Fairy. 

“Uncle John,” spoke up the Sandman, “do you think if 
Queen Titania tells the people of the earth the great secret 
which has enabled Fairyland to be always happy, that those 
who hear it will try to profit by it; that by having given this 
secret to the world, she will have done some good for every¬ 
one?” 

“I truly do, Sandman;” said Uncle John. 

“I should like to feel that I have done something to help 
the world;” said the Fairy Queen. “That is why I have 
brought this message tonight. Here is the secret of which 
I spoke when you made the trip to Fairyland; 

“Dear little lads and lassies, I’ve come tonight to bring, 

The secret of the happiness which makes the Fairies sing; 

We re greatful for the sunshine, and grateful for the rain; 

For gratitude wipes out all thought of sorrow and of pain. 

And every single love-thought returns love, more and more; 

Like the bread upon the waters, J tis multiplied a score; 

So if you wish for happiness, for joy and pleasure too; 

Just send out love, and watch it come in greater love, to you.” 

Uncle John’s eyes were shining as he put his arm around 
the tiny visitor and drew her closer to him. Oh, Fairy Queen, 
he smiled, “you have such a wonderful way of telling us 
things, i’ am sure that many, many mortals will learn the 
lesson of happiness from what you have just said. 

“As usual,” continued Uncle John, “I have another ques¬ 
tion for you tonight. While I know that you are glad to 



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come up here to K.H.J. and talk to Radioland, I wonder, some¬ 
times, just what your reward is for coming. You know, it 
is only fair when someone gives of their best, that they re¬ 
ceive something in return and I have been thinking that there 
may be something which you may wish for and which I might 
possibly help you to obtain. ,, 

Titania glanced up into Uncle John’s face, smiled and made 
answer; “You are right, Uncle John; there is something I 
wish.” 

“What is it?” questioned he; “Tell me, and if I can, I shall 
get it for you.” 

With love-light glowing in her eyes, Titania answered 
softly; 

“You ask me why I come to talk to Radioland each weekf 
You ask what my reward is; you ask me ivhat I seekf 
I don’t come here for nothing, I ask much in return; 

I hope that by my efforts, the following I’ll earn: 

I want the love of children; of mothers, kind and true; 

I always want a kindly smile, dear Uncle John, from you. 

I want to feel that somehow, the patient, dear ‘shut-ins’ 

Will know that I am trying to help the?n to begin 

To feel that life’s worth living; that they can do their part, 

And thus, perhaps. I’ll lighten the gloom within their heart. 

I want each wee, small lassie, as well as each small lad. 

To say; ( There’s Queen Titania,’ in a voice that’s sweet and glad; 
So that when I come each Tuesday, they’ll be waiting for me there, 
And be joyful when they hear that K.H.J. is on the air. 

So, though I’m mighty grateful for what I have right now; 

You see, there’s still a lot of things I really want, somehow.” 

“I am sure you already have all of those things, Fairy 
Queen;” said Uncle John. 

“There was something I wanted to tell you tonight,” said 
Queen Titania, with a puzzled frown, “but I seem to have 
forgotten what it was.” 

“Amusements,” suggested the Sandman. 

“Oh yes!” exclaimed Her Majesty; “that was it. The last 
time you visited my Fairyland, Uncle John, you saw how the 
Fairies worked and lived, but you did not see any of their 
amusements. How would you like to take another trip to 
my country and see how the Fairies play?” 

“I think that would be just wonderful!” replied Uncle John 
eagerly. “When may we take this trip?” 

“Well, let me see;” and the Fairy Queen thought for a 
moment; “I guess we had better wait a few weeks for the 
Fairies will want to prepare for your reception and then too, 



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we are just building a new ‘Fairy wheel’ which I should like 
to have finished before you go.” 

A ‘Fairywheel’?” questioned Uncle John; “what is a 
‘Fairywheel,’ little Queen?” 

“You must wait and see, Uncle John;” said the Queen 
laughingly. 

“And do you have a special place where the Fairies play?” 
Uncle John wanted to know. 

“Yes, we set aside a place where the amusements are all 
together;” she replied. “But we must be leaving you now, 
Uncle John. Good night to you and all my friends. Close 
your eyes, Uncle John, we are going.” 

“Good night, dear little Queen and you, my friend Sand¬ 
man;” replied Uncle John, closing his eyes. Then came the 
voice of the Sandman; 

“Good night to you, Uncle John, and every lass and lad; 

May Fairy thoughts of happiness your hearts keep very glad. 

Fm coining with my Golden Sand to waft you off to sleep, 

Where the Fairies in your Dreamland a careful watch will keep.” 

With the last notes of the Sandman’s whistle, another 
Fairyland evening at K.H.J. had reached its close. But Queen 
Titania had promised them another visit to her wonderful 
country. 




THE MOONBEAM SLIDE 


HEN Uncle John arrived at the studio next Tuesday 



▼V evening, he noticed that the moon was shining brightly 
through the window. The moonlight filled the room and 
gave it such a soft, silvery glow that it seemed too bad to turn 
on the electric lights. 

However, it was almost time for the station to go on the 
air, so Uncle John pushed the switch and the lights flashed 
on. He noticed, however, that even after the lights were 
lighted, there was one brilliant moonbeam shining through 
the window which seemed just as evident as when the room 
was dark. 

“That’s peculiar;” said Uncle John in a puzzled tone. “I 
never saw a moonbeam like that before. The sky must be 
very clear tonight, judging from the way the moonlight 
shines in.” 

“Oh, I know,” he added, smiling; “it is because tonight 
the visitors from Fairyland visit the earth. That must be 
why the moon is shining more brightly than usual.” 

“Hark!” Uncle John exclaimed; “I thought I heard the 
Sandman’s whistle. I shall close my eyes now, and when I 
open them again, our friends will be here.” 

Uncle John closed his eyes and sure enough, the Sandman’s 
whistle sounded. But it did not seem so loud as usual, and 
when Uncle John opened his eyes again, there was no sign 
of either the Fairy Queen or her escort. 

“That’s funny;” remarked Uncle John. “The sound of that 
whistle has always meant that when I opened my eyes I could 
see the Fairies.” 

Uncle John gazed around the room, a very puzzled look 
on his face. Truly it was strange; Heretofore, when the 
Sandman blew his whistle it was the signal that he and Queen 
Titania were visible to mortal eyes, and now there was abso¬ 
lutely no evidence of the Fairyland visitors. 

Suddenly, Uncle John’s face lighted up with a smile of 
understanding. 

“Why didn’t I think of that!” he exclaimed. “Undoubtedly 
the reason that moonbeam coming through the window is so 
bright is because it reaches clear to Fairyland. Do you sup- 


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pose it is the path along which Queen Titania and the Sand¬ 
man are traveling to K.H.J. tonight?—I’ll look and see.” 

Going over to the window through which the moonbeam 
was shining, Uncle John gazed up along the silver ribbon of 
light. Far, far in the distance, straight up the shining beam, 
he could see what looked like two very tiny figures. As he 
looked, they rapidly drew closer and Uncle John suddenly 
realized that they were coming toward him with the speed 
of light. 

“Look out! Here they come!” cried Uncle John, springing 
back from the window. 

There was a swishing sound followed by a slight bump! 

Queen Titania and the Sandman picked themselves up from 
the middle of the studio floor, where they had landed all in 
a heap. 

“My goodness, what a ride,” laughed the Fairy Queen. 
“Hello, Uncle John and Radioland. We surely did drop in 
on you tonight!” 

“You certainly did,” replied Uncle John, laughing with her, 
“and it was a good thing you were riding on the Sandman’s 
shoulder, so that he got all the bump when you landed.” 

“Oh he doesn’t mind that, do you, my Sandman?” said 
Titania, turning to her companion. 

“Well—no,—that is,—not much;” returned the Sandman, 
shaking his head, while his eyes twinkled, “but if I had known 
that moonbeam was so slippery, I would have used some of 
my sand to good advantage. After we had started, we were 
going so fast I had no chance to reach for the Sand Bag. I 
was kept very busy keeping from sliding off the edge and 
almost before I knew it, we were piled up in the middle 
of the studio floor.” 

“But it was great fun, Uncle John,” said the Fairy Queen, 
still laughing, “although not very dignified. When my Sand¬ 
man proposed that we come to the studio tonight by way of 
a moonbeam, I thought I would do it and surprise you.” 

“Now, Fairy Queen!” protested the Sandman. 

“Well,—perhaps it was I that suggested our coming that 
way,” the Queen answered, smiling at her Guardian Fairy, 
“but it was lots of fun and I am going to do it again, some¬ 
time.” 

“I guess you will have to wait until the Sandman gets over 
the bump he received when you landed tonight: said Uncle 




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John, turning to the Guardian Fairy. “How about it, Sand¬ 
man?” 

“Oh, that did not bother me any,” replied the Sandman, 
“but I agree with the Fairy Queen that it was a very un¬ 
dignified manner in which to arrive. I am glad that Radio¬ 
land could not see us sprawled out on the studio floor.” 

Uncle John shook his head. “No, I think you are wrong, 
Sandman;” he said; “I am sure that they would have had a 
good laugh over it.” 

“Well,—perhaps so;” the Sandman answered dubiously. 

Just then Uncle John noticed that the moonbeam was no 
longer shining through the studio window and he called the 
Fairy Queen’s attention to this fact. 

“Of course the Moon Path is gone, Uncle John;” she ex¬ 
plained. “The moon sent that ray down here so that we might 
use it to come here tonight, and now that we have no further 
use for it, it is no longer visible to mortal eyes.” 

Uncle John was smiling as he made reply; “I thought per¬ 
haps you and the Sandman would climb up it when you left 
the studio, and I was waiting to see how you could climb 
such a steep path.” 

“Oh, I have many ways of traveling between here and my 
Fairyland, but I am not going to tell you about them, for I 
shall use them at different times when I come to the studio, 
and I would much rather show them to you than tell about 
them.” 

“By the way, Fairy Queen,” questioned Uncle John, “you 
have not forgotten that we are to visit Fairyland again and 
see where the Fairies play?” 

“Indeed I have not;” replied Titania. “In fact, my Sand¬ 
man has brought a special invitation with him tonight. Read 
the invitation please, Sandman.” 

Reaching into his Dream Bag, the Sandman drew out a 
pink rose petal. As he brought it out into the light, the rose 
petal grew larger until it was about the size of a sheet of 
writing paper. When it had stopped growing, the Sandman 
read these lines, 

“For Uncle John and every lad and lass in Radioland 

Both large and small, we Fairies have a pleasant journey planned; 

Some time ago the most of you, on Fairyland Express 

Went with us to our country and enjoyed yourselves, I guess. 

You saw the Fairies working, as Elves ’most always do; 

But we didn’t have the time to show hozv Fairies play, to you; 



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So by special invitation of Titania, our Queen, 

TVe re going to take you there again, but to a different scene; 

The Fariyland amusements, just how the Fairies play. 

Is what we'll offer to you, through Radio K.H.J. 

IVhen we have passed the Fairy Arch, you'll see some wondrous things. 
As cross the Slumber Sea we go, propelled on Fairy wings." 

“I am sure we will have a wonderful time!” cried Uncle 
John; but I do wish that we could go right away. Why must 
we wait, Fairy Queen?” 

“I'll tell you why;” the Queen of Fairyland replied. “When 
I returned to my country after my visit here last week, I 
called all the Fairies together and told them that Uncle John 
was going to bring all of Radioland to see our amusements. 
They asked me if there would be many people and I explained 
that while you would be the only one to actually accompany 
us, you would bring your Fairy microphone and that there 
would be many thousands listening in to hear about what 
you saw.” 

“I know that is true, Queen Titania,” smiled Uncle John 
“for already we have received quantities of letters from Radio¬ 
land telling us that they will all be with us when we make 
this trip.” 

“Well,” continued the Fairy Queen, “my Carpenter Fair¬ 
ies came to me later and asked if I would not allow them 
time to build some new amusements, before bringing you 
again, and of course, I told them I would, for I want you to 
see what a marvelous place we have to play in.” 

“That is splendid of your Carpenter Fairies to want to build 
some special amusements for us to see and I know that we 
will enjoy this Radioland Caravan to Fairyland;” said Uncle 
John in a grateful tone of voice. 

“Oh Uncle John!” cried Queen Titania, jumping up and 
clapping her tiny hands; “That is just what we will call it, 
the ‘Radioland Caravan to Fairyland.’ Oh, that does sound 
so jolly!” 

“It is going to be a jolly party;” said Uncle John, pleased 
at her enthusiasm. “Do you suppose, when we reach Fairy¬ 
land, that I will be able to see any of the little Fairies you 
tell me perch upon my shoulder at different times?” 

“It is quite likely,” replied Titania, nodding her curly head. 

“Do you know that there is one on your shoulder tonight, 
Uncle John?” asked the Sandman. 





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Uncle John glanced quickly around at his left shoulder 
and then laughed, for of course he could not see anything. 

“I am sure that there must be,” he answered, “for our 
little Queen has told me that there is always one there dur¬ 
ing the Children’s Hour. But I cannot see the Fairy so you 
will have to tell me which one it is.” 

“It is the Fairy ‘Memory,’ ” said the Fairy Queen, “and 
it was his whisper that made you think of the Fairies who 
perched on your shoulder at different times. ‘Memory’ is the 
particular Fairy of the older, gray-haired lads and lassies 
and is always with them.” 

“I am sure you are right, dear Queen,” Uncle John said 
softly, “for I am one of the gray-haired lads and Memory is 
always with me.” 

“It is time that we were leaving, my Queen;” spoke the 
Sandman. 

“Oh, dear!” she sighed. “I wish time did not pass so quickly. 
Good night, my dear friends. Close your eyes now~, Uncle 
John.” 

Tenderly came the Sandman’s good night to Radioland; 

“Good night, lads and lassies; and you dear shut-ins, too; 

Remember that tomorrow morn the world is born anew: 

There's better days before you, than ever were behind; 

Just keep Love and Queen Titania forever in your mind. 

For we love you very dearly and we aliuays hope and pray. 

That joy will fill your lives complete, driving sorrow quite awayJ 

Then came the whistle; the Radio Fairies farewell to 
Radioland. 




GOOD QUALITIES 


HPHE following Tuesday evening Uncle John received a great 
^ surprise. He unlocked the door of the studio, stepped into 
the room and pushed the electric light switch and then when 
he turned around, what do you think he saw?—Queen Titania 
and the Sandman were seated in the studio! 

My goodness, how they did laugh at the puzzled look on 
Uncle John’s face. Going over to the corner where they were 
seated, Uncle John held a whispered conversation with them. 
The Sandman shook his head from time to time while Queen 
Titania just laughed and laughed. 

Finally Uncle John went over to the wall and turned the 
knob which connected the microphone with the sending set. 
Stepping to the microphone, he motioned to the visitors to 
join him. 

“Blow your whistle, will you please, Sandman?” requested 
Uncle John. 

Placing a tiny golden whistle to his lips, the Sandman blew 
on it and the familiar notes filled the studio and floated out 
on the air to the many thousands who were listening. 

“Lads and lassies of Radioland,” said Uncle John, “the 
reason I asked the Sandman to blow his whistle for you, is 
that he and Queen Titania played a joke on us tonight. When 
I returned from supper, I unlocked the studio as I always do. 
You know the studio door and windows are always kept 
tightly locked when Uncle John is not here, and you can 
imagine my surprise when I found our Fairyland friends in¬ 
side. I have tried to get them to tell me how they got in, 
but the Sandman just shakes his head and the Fairy Queen 
laughs. I wish you would tell me how you did it, Queen 
Titania?” 

“No indeed;” she chuckled. “I couldn’t think of telling 
you that, Uncle John, for that is one of my Fairy secrets. 
But don’t you remember, I told you once that when you look 
for Fairies, you will surely find them. Well, you were look¬ 
ing for us here tonight and here we are.” 

“Of course I was looking for you,” replied Uncle John, 

“but_well. I won’t try to find out things I am not supposed 

to know. Do you know, little Fairy Queen, I have been 


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thinking lately of the many pretty verses you have brought 
to us from your Fairy Library. You must have verses on 
almost everything there/’ 

“Oh yes, we have, Uncle John;” she answered; “The Fair¬ 
ies are very fond of the right kind of verses for they make 
for happiness. The ones we have the greatest number of 
and of which we are particular fond, are those which have 
to do with the good qualities of children.” 

“And do you remember all of those verses, Fairy Queen?” 
Uncle John asked. 

“I do not remember all of them,” she replied, “but there 
are many I do know. What would you like, to hear about?” 

Uncle John thought for a moment. “The good qualities 
of children. Let me see,—obedience is one of those good 
qualities, is it not?” 

“Indeed it is” Titania said. “Listen— 

“Obedient, dear Uncle John, is what we all should be, 

For it leads to joy and pleasure and happiness, you see; 

And if we are real careful to do just as we're told, 

IVell find the many things in life that cant be bought with gold." 

“Very true;” agreed Uncle John. “And next to obedience 
comes kindness, don’t you think, little Queen?” 

Titania smiled; “They are sisters, Uncle John; 

“If you could only realize the joy that kindness brings. 

And how it can be made to help in all the little things; 

You'd never miss a single chance, some kindly act to do; 

Because, you see, that always sends some kindness back to you!” 

“You are bringing us some wonderful messages tonight, 
Queen Titania!” exclaimed Uncle John. Now another good 
quality is thoughtfulness, I am sure. Have you a verse on 
thoughtfulness in your Fairy Library?” 

“Of course we have;” replied the Fairy Queen. “It is this; 

“To always be real thoughtful in every act and deed; 

Is like planting in love's garden, a tiny little seed, 

Which grows into a mighty tree, with crop that never ends, 

But bears for you, upon its boughs, a host of loving friends." 

“Thoughtfulness does make friends;” agreed Uncle John. 
“But there is one great quality, Queen of Fairyland, which 
you always bring here to the studio and which seems to ra¬ 
diate from you the moment you enter the door or come down 
a moonbeam. That quality is love. Not the little selfish 



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love which is so common on earth, but that great love which 
includes all mankind and covers all things. ,, 

Queen Titania smiled on Uncle John tenderly. “Thank you, 
dear friend; she said simply. “Love is the greatest good 
quality of them all, for it must include all of the others, in 
order to be perfect. Here is something about that which my 
Minstrel Fairy wrote; 

In Fairyland there is no strife; no arguments are in our life: 

But happiness there has full sway and we are joyful every day — 
Because of love. 

When friends we meet, as we pass by; there s gladness shining in the 
eye: 

When hands are clasped, firm is the grip, and honest words come from 
each lip — 

Because of love. 

The fruit trees blossom every spring: gay butterflies pass on the wing: 
The brooklet ripples down the dale; the squirrel chatters in the vale — 
Because of love. 

In wooded glen, at dusk is heard the gladsome song of nesting bird; 
The flower s blossom is so fair: daisy and rose and violet rare — 
Because of love. 

The Fairies dance in Elfin glade; the soaring lark gives seranade: 

The mother s heart is ever true; my Fairyland has come to you — 
Because of love/’ 

“What beautiful thoughts you do bring, Fairy Queen;” 
said Uncle John. “And how true your words are, for love is 
the servant of all who would use it and still it is master of 
the world. 

“But,” continued Uncle John, “we have hardly heard one 
word from the Sandman.” 

“There has been no necessity for me to say anything;” 
replied that Fairy, with a smile. “It has been enough for 
me to sit quietly here and listen to the voices of two I love 
dearly; Titania, beloved of Fairyland and Uncle John, be¬ 
loved of earth. It has been one of the pleasantest of the 
many pleasant visits I have had here. But it is drawing to 
a close now, for it is getting late and I fear I am needed out 
in the world with my Dream Bag.” 

“That is true, my Sandman,” said Queen Titania, “and 
I must hasten back to Fairyland to supervise the building of 
the new amusements my Carpenter Fairies are making. Dear 
Uncle John, I do not like to go, but then I have the joy of 
knowing that we will be with you again next week. Good 
night, lads and lassies!” 





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“Good night, sweet Queen of the Fairies,” and Uncle John 
clasped her tiny hand, “let me thank you for the messages 
you have brought us tonight. I shall never forget them. 
Good night, Sandman, for I suppose you are going also?” 

“Yes, I must, Uncle John. Now, will you close your eyes, 
please?” 

Prompt in obedience, Uncle John placed one hand over his 
eyes. 

“Here is my good night message to you, lads and lassies;” 
whispered the Guardian Fairy; 

“The captain is waiting; the ship's sails are spread; 

(The captain is mother; the ship is the bed;) 

So off on your journey to Sleepy-eye Land, 

Where the Sandman will take you with Golden Dream Sand." 

Once more the golden note of the whistle is heard and 
Uncle John opens his eyes. 

“Obedience, kindness, thoughtfulness and love;” mused 
Uncle John. “Titania’s Fairyland is indeed a place of right 
thoughts and actions. I hope I shall be able to visit it often.” 




THE HOUSE OF REFLECTION 


^pUESDAY evening again at the studio of K.H.J. 

Uncle John was seated at the table, in front of the micro¬ 
phone. He was talking to the thousands of lads and lassies 
who are listening in. 

“Well, lads and lassies,” he said, “one thing is sure about 
our friends from Fairyland, they are always different. Last 
week, when we unlocked the studio, they were seated here 
waiting for us, and now, this week neither of them has ar¬ 
rived as yet and it is later than usual.” 

Just then the sound of the familiar whistle was heard and 
Uncle John quickly closed his eyes. When he opened them 
again, the Sandman was seated in one of the other chairs in 
front of the table. 

“Hello, Sandman!” cried Uncle John. “You must have 
heard me talking about you. I am glad to see you, but where 
is our little Fairy Queen?” 

“I supposed she was here;” replied the Sandman. 

“I have not seen her;” said Uncle John. “Usually she 
comes with you, why did she not tonight?” 

“Because I have been away up in the far North this even¬ 
ing,” the Sandman explained, “and when I go there, the Fairy 
Queen usually comes direct to the studio without waiting 
for me.” 

Uncle John looked disturbed. “But you can see for your¬ 
self that she has not arrived;” he said. “What had we better 
do? Radioland will be so disappointed if she does not come 
and it would spoil the week for me if I did not see and talk 
to her.” 

“Do not worry, Uncle John, she will be here;” the Sand¬ 
man answered. “I know how she looks forward to these 
weekly visits and am sure that she would not miss one of 
them.” 

While the Sandman was speaking, two tiny hands reached 
around from behind Uncle John’s head and covered his eyes. 

“I do not need three guesses,” said Uncle John in a de¬ 
lighted voice, “for the room is filled with love, I hear Fairy 
music and I know that Queen Titania is here.” 


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As Uncle John said this he reached quickly behind him 
and gathering the Fairy Queen in his arms, he seated her 
upon his knee. 

“Now, my little Queen of Fairyland,” continued Uncle John, 
“I am going to hold you tight so that you cannot leave until 
I say so.” 

“That’s good, Uncle John;” she answered, snuggling her 
face against his shoulder. “I always want you to hold me 
close to your heart.” 

“I always will, sweet Queen;” replied Uncle John. “But 
now you must tell us how you came here tonight. Did you 
slide in on a moonbeam again?” 

Queen Titania laughed. “Not this time, Uncle John. I 
came on my ‘Wishing Ship.’ ” 

“Your Wishing Ship!” exclaimed Uncle John. “What kind 
of a boat is that?” 

“Don’t you know what my Wishing Ship is?” said the 
Fairy, looking astonished. “Well then, I shall have to ex¬ 
plain to you. 

“My Wishing Ship is a bonny craft that sails over many seas; 

It carries me all around the world and back, with the greatest ease: 
The boat itself is in my mind, you know; Love's pure, clean thoughts, 
the sails; 

With Truth the captain at the helm, it conquers Discord's gales. 

Of course your wishes must all be good, if you on this ship would go; 
The port ‘Content,' its home place is where the Zephyrs of Happiness 
blow." 

“What a wonderful ship that must be, little Queen;” Uncle 
John said. “I wish that all of our earth-people could sail on 
this ship of yours, into the port of Content.” 

“They can, if they only would,” earnestly replied the Queen 
of the Fairies, “for there is more room in the Port of Con¬ 
tent that you will find in all of the earth harbors combined. 
All that is needed to reach it is just a little of the qualities 
which the call letters of this station stand for,—Kindness, 
Happiness and Joy; those combined with Love.” 

“Might I ask what delayed you tonight, my Queen?” ques¬ 
tioned the Sandman. 

“I was down at our Amusement Park,” she answered, “and 
there was a slight argument as to whether we would include 
the ‘House of Reflection’ in the sights to be shown Uncle John 
on his next trip to Fairyland.” 



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“The House of Reflection!” exclaimed Uncle John. “What 
on earth is the House of Reflection ?” 

“It is not on earth, Uncle John/’ laughed the little Fairy, 
it is in Fairyland. The House of Reflection is the one thing 
in our Amusement Park which is not an amusement. Once 
in a while a Fairy does something for which he is sorry, and 
when this happens, the Fairy goes to the House of Reflec¬ 
tion. Here he enters and closes the door, shutting himself 
away from all others and thus is able to think over the mis¬ 
take which he has made.” 

“Then it is a sort of a punishment, is it not, Fairy Queen?” 

“A punishment?” thoughtfully replied Titania; “yes, Uncle 
John, but a voluntary punishment. We have found that if 
one will reflect carefully over an error made, it seldom hap¬ 
pens a second time. I am glad to say that the House of 
Reflection is rarely used. We decided that you should see 
this house when you make the trip, Uncle John.” 

Uncle John looked dubious. “But,” he wanted to know, 
“you won’t lock me up in there, will you?” 

“There are no locks on the doors,” she answered, “but even 
if there were, you have a key which would unlock them.” 

“I?” exclaimed Uncle John. “Why, Fairy Queen, I have 
no keys to Fairyland!” 

“Oh but you are wrong;” Queen Titania said. “You have 
Love’s Key which will unlock all parts of my country. Love’s 
Key is a smile, you know. And now, we must be on our way. 
Good night, everyone.” 

“Good night, little Queen! Good night, Sandman;” said 
Uncle John, closing his eyes. Then came the Sandman’s 
farewell; 

“How wonderful is Slumberland, how wonderful are dreams; 

Where all the things you wish for are true, or so it seems: 

What joy is mine to take you, helped by my Golden Sand, 

Off to that glorious country which we call Fairyland. 

So first into your nighties; then evening prayers are said: 

And dont you let me catch you before you get in bed!” 

With the sound of the golden whistle, Uncle John was once 
more alone in the studio. 





THOUGHT BUBBLES 


U NCLE John seemed depressed when he came into the studio 
on the next Tuesday evening. His visit with his feathered 
pets was very short and as he reached out to turn the knob 
which connected the microphone with the sending set, he 
did it with a weary manner. 

After putting the station on the air and while waiting 
for the visitors from Fairyland, Uncle John read a bed-time 
story to the lads and lassies of Radioland. His depression 
showed even in this, for his voice did not have the glad ring 
which usually accompanied his words. 

Just as he finished the story, the Sandman’s whistle 
sounded. Uncle John sat down at the microphone table and 
closed his eyes. 

“Here I am, Uncle John!” said the Sandman who had ap¬ 
peared as soon as Uncle John’s eyes were closed. 

“Hello, Sandman.” Uncle John spoke in a very tired tone. 
“Well, well, Uncle John what is the matter tonight?” asked 
the visitor. 

“I am very tired tonight, friend Sandman;” replied Uncle 
John. “I have been unusually busy and besides, this has been 
one of those days when everything seemed to go wrong. No 
matter what I have tried to do, something has always inter¬ 
fered and in consequence, tonight I am weary and cannot 
see where I have accomplished anything, for all of my hard 
days work.” 

“You are looking at things wrong, good friend;” said the 
Sandman. “Earnest endeavor always accomplishes some¬ 
thing, even though you cannot see it.” 

“Perhaps you are right;” and Uncle John smiled. “I seem 
to feel better about it now that you are here, anyway. Tell 
me something, Sandman. You and our little Fairy Queen 
have brought so many wonderful messages from your Fairy 
Library for the children, I wonder if this library might not 
contain messages for the grown-ups as well?” 

“Indeed yes,” replied the Sandman, “and I think I know 
of one which might help you in your present frame of mind.” 

“Then tell it to me, Sandman,” eagerly requested Uncle 
John, “and you will be doing a kindly deed.” 


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The Sandman shook his head understandingly. “Listen,” 
he whispered. 

When life's shadows darken; when life's troubles creep 
Into heart and soul and mind, and the way seems steep 
Out of sorrows valley; keep a plugging on. 

For the sun is brightly shining on the hilltop, XJncle John. 

Seems as though that sometimes when we do our best. 

Clouds keep getting blacker; life has lost its zest: 

Just say, ‘I won't be beaten,' lift your head up proud; 

Soon you ll see the silver lining in the cloud. 

Butterfly of beauty comes from dull cocoon; 

Dirty ambergris afloat will be sweet perfume soon: 

Just say, ‘I'll keep on trying to do the best I can. 

To show the heritage which came, when God made me a man.' 

And if this plan you'll follow, the sunshine you will find; 

T ou ll reach that place of beauty called ‘Contentment of the mind;' 
We Fairies hope this message will reach you as it should: 

Just bear in thought continually—frojn all things cometh good." 

“Thank you so much for those words, Sandmansaid Uncle 
John, and his voice had regained its customary gladness. “1 
feel so much better now. 

“Oh, look!” he cried suddenly. “Look, Sandman! What is 
that?” 

Uncle John pointed over to the far corner of the studio. A 
round, iridescent object was bobbing around on the floor, 
bouncing and skipping, never still a moment. 

“Oh, I see now;” Uncle John said. “Some lad or lassie here 
in the studio has lost a toy balloon. What a beauty it is, all 
colors of the rainbow, and how it does jump around. Look, 
Sandman! It has bounced right up on the table here in front 
of us.” 

Sure enough, while Uncle John was speaking, the balloon 
had skipped toward them and its last bounce had carried it 
right up in front of the microphone. 

The Sandman smiled. “That is not a balloon, Uncle John, 
it is a Thought Bubble from my own country of Fairyland. 
What were you thinking about, while I was telling you my 
little verse?” he asked. 

Uncle John replied; “I was thinking how strange it was that 
our dear little Fairy Queen had not arrived and wishing that I 
might hear her voice.” 

“Now I understand why the Thought Bubble came into the 
studio;” said the Sandman, and his eyes sparkled brightly. 





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“You speak in riddles, Sandman!” exclaimed Uncle John. 
“You say it is a ‘Thought Bubble’ and not a balloon and you 
say you know why it came into the studio. What do you mean ? 
What is a ‘Thought Bubble?’ Please explain to me.” 

“I will do better than explain;” replied the Sandman with 
a laugh. “I will show you what I mean. Have you a sharp 
pin?” 

Uncle John looked amazed. “A sharp pin?” he asked; “Why 
—yes, I have my scarf pin,” and he took it out of his necktie 
and laid it on the table. 

“Prick the bubble, Uncle John, and see what happens;” 
instructed the Sandman. 

Uncle John protested; “Oh, but it will burst if I do that, 
and I do not wish to destroy such a beautiful thing!” 

“Do what I say,” the Sandman smiled, “and trust me when 
I tell you that you will not be disappointed.” 

“Of course I trust you,” replied Uncle John, “therefore I 
will do as you say, but it does seem a shame, for I am sure it 
will burst and disappear.” 

Uncle John picked up the pin and reluctantly pressed the 
point of it against the bubble. There was a sharp explosion 
and the bubble disappeared! 

“There! I knew it!” exclaimed Uncle John. “Oh-h-h!” he 
cried in astonishment. 

No wonder Uncle John was surprised, for where the bubble 
had rested but a moment before, Queen Titania was now 
standing, a smile upon her face and her tiny arms outstretched 
toward Uncle John. Rapidly she grew in size until she had 
assumed her earth-child form. Then she jumped down from 
the table and seated herself between Uncle John and the Sand¬ 
man. 

“I thought you were never going to let me out;” said the 
Fairy Queen. 

“Were you in that bubble, little Queen?” asked Uncle John, 
not able to believe his eyes. 

“Of course I was;” she replied. “Didn’t my Sandman tell you 
it was a Thought Bubble ?” 

“Yes, he told me that,” replied Uncle John, “but he didn’t 
tell me anything about it.” 

“Well then, I shall tell you;” smiled the Fairy. “You see, 
I knew that you were thinking about me and wishing that I 
was here at the studio, so I called in my Thought Fairies and 
told them to blow a big Thought Bubble around me. After 



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they had done so, I called the South Wind and instructed her 
to carry me here to the studio. My bubble came in through 
the window and floated around until it had landed right on 
the table. Then I waited until you let me out, because, al¬ 
though I could have burst the bubble myself, I wanted you to 
do so and see how surprised you would be when you found 
me inside.” 

“You are always springing some delightful surprise on us;” 
replied Uncle John, tenderly. “Fairy Queen,” he continued, 
“I realize more and more every day how very grateful we 
should be to you for having proven to us that the Fairyland 
of Right Thoughts and Right Actions really does exist. I am 
never going to let it get away from me; I am going to hug it 
to me, just like this;” and Uncle John reached over and gather¬ 
ed the Fairy Queen into his arms, hugging her closely to him. 

“Oh, Uncle John!” she laughed; “You squeeze so hard; Then 
he loosened his clasp; “But I like it;” she added. 

Uncle John seated the Queen of the Fairies at her place in 
front of the microphone again. 

“That was not a very respectful way to treat you, I know, 
dear little Queen,” he said, “but I guess it was all right for 
you said you liked it. Now here is something I intended to 
ask you last week, but you got away too quickly. Are we to 
make this next trip to Fairyland on the Fairyland Express?” 

“No indeed;” she replied. “Visits to Fairyland are seldom 
made twice in the same way and I am going to give you a real 
treat this next time. I am going to take you to see the Fairy 
Amusement Park on my Wishing Ship!” 

“On your Wishing Ship! That will be splendid. Will we 
have to wait much longer to take this wonderful trip?” 

“Not much longer now, Uncle John;” Queen Titania said. 
“My Carpenter Fairies are rapidly completing the new amuse¬ 
ments and the Fairy Ball Room is being freshly decorated in 
honor of this trip. All of the Fairies are having new costumes 
made to wear that evening.” 

While his Fairy Queen and Uncle John had been talking to¬ 
gether, the Sandman had been quietly listening, a contented 
smile upon his face. As he had explained to Uncle John on 
a previous Tuesday evening, nothing pleased him so much as 
to see the two he loved so well together. But now he was 
getting restless, for it was past the time when the lads and 
lassies should be in bed. 




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But the Fairy Queen had noticed the Sandman’s restlessness 
and now she said; “It is time that we were going, dear Uncle 
John. Much as I dislike to leave you, our duties call us and 
we must not delay longer. Good night, dear Voice of K.H.J. 
Good night, friends of the earth. You will have many visits 
from us, for we shall continue to come to you just as long as 
you want us.” 

“Then you will come forever;” smiled Uncle John. “If you 
feel you must go now, I shall not try to keep you, but remem¬ 
ber, we are always looking forward to Tuesday evenings, for 
your visits mean a great deal to us. Good night, friends from 
the realm of Fairyland.” 

Uncle John closed his eyes. Then came the Sandman’s good 
night to the earth-children; 

"Dear lass and lad think carefully of what we J ve said tonight 
About Thought Bubbles; see that yours are always clear and bright: 
For these Bubbles they go bouncing and skipping all around. 

And you never can be certain by whom they will be found. 

Just so you'll not be sorry; to be real safe and sure, 

The best way is to keep your thoughts real happy and real pure; 

And now I'm going to leave you to think this lesson o'er; 

Bringing Dream Sand to you. All aboard for Dreamland's shore!" 

The notes of the whistle drifted through the studio and 
slowly they faded. Uncle John opened his eyes. 

“How true are the words said by kindly old Hans Anderson 
he remarked. “Those words; 'Every man’s life is a Fairy Tale 
written by the fingers of God.’ Good night, dear Fairies. 
Never fail to come back to us.” 

THE END OF BOOK NUMBER ONE 




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